Stepbrother Bad Boy's Baby Boxed Set(35)

"Well, you ate the ham I had in here," she said, sticking her head into the fridge. From that position, bent over the way she was, her ass looked absolutely delectable, and I had to resist the urge to touch it. My cock, however, gave me a little twitch, saying he was recovered and wanted some more. "So I guess we're going to have to go with just an omelet. My next day off, I'll take you grocery shopping with me, we can pick out some things for you to learn on."

I was a good student, or at least as attentive as I could be, as Krystal taught me how to make the simple dish. She showed me how to whisk the eggs until they were light and fluffy, and how to chop and mix in the vegetables and bits of leftover chicken she'd found in the fridge as well. "Hmmm, you'd fail at Horst's inspection," she said as she looked at my cut up onions and bell peppers, "but not bad for a first attempt. Now, let's get our pan ready."

I think I did a pretty good job, all things considered for my first time making an omelet. I mean, it turned over and folded up like it was supposed to and everything. Sliding it out of the pan onto the plate, I felt a real sense of accomplishment. "Well, how'd I do?"

Krystal took a fork from the drawer and cut a bite, trying it out. She smiled slyly and took the plate, sitting down on the couch in the living room area. "Come on," I said nervously. "How is it?" I followed her into the living room and sat down, feeling jumpy. "Seriously Krystal, how is it?"

"I'll let you taste and find out for yourself," she said, cutting another bite and holding it out for me. It was sensual, being fed by her, even if it was just an omelet, and I almost forgot to chew. Finally, the flavor got through to my brain, and I ate the bite. "Well?"

"You're better," I said, "but it is the best thing I've ever cooked."

The approving look she gave me was the best reward I'd ever had for doing something, and her smile was just the cherry on top. We tore into the omelet together, devouring it in less than two minutes, and I dutifully took the plate into the kitchen, washing it along with all of the utensils we had used before drying them and putting them away exactly where they had come from. After I did, I washed my hands and dried them, turning to see Krystal looking at me from the couch with a look in her eyes. "What?"

"Watching you wash dishes is sexy," she said, and I could see the stiff bumps of her nipples outlined against my t-shirt. "I am so having you do that more often."

As aroused as seeing her like that made me, I forced myself to put that aside and say what had been on my mind even before we made love. "I'll be happy to," I said, coming over and kneeling in front of her. "But we need to talk about something. Krystal, I need to go back to Los Angeles for a few days."

"Why?" she asked, her eyes suddenly filled with worry. I kissed her knuckles and smiled.

"Because I need to close out some things there. I've got a car to put into storage, utilities to close out, things like that. A lot of it I can do from here, but there are a few things I need to do in person, including paying some parking fines. It shouldn't take me more than four or five days, but I want to leave California mostly clean. Also, there's a test I need to take."

"Why?" Krystal repeated, and I realized I was doing a horrible job of trying to say what I wanted to say.

"Because I want a new life here in Chicago with you. I talked with a buddy of mine in Los Angeles, he runs the gym that I used to go to. He said he can get me into a weekend long course where I can take the test to become a personal trainer through one of the national bodies. Now, it's not much, it's barely a start, but I was thinking.... well, I want to follow in your footsteps, Krystal. You've stood on your own two feet, and I want to do that too. I want to become the man that you deserve, and I want to move on past a long overextended adolescence. Although, I was kind of hoping you'd still let me stay here with you. If you want, I'll pay rent for my room and you can sub-let it to me."

Krystal blinked, then smiled. "Julian Castelbon, are you asking to move in with me?"

I nodded and kissed her knuckles. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Permanently?"

"That's what I was thinking," I replied, "although maybe someday we can get a bigger place than this."

Krystal leaned forward and kissed me again, her tongue tracing my lips until I opened up and we were soon making out again. "Then your rent is to take me, right now, and make love to me again," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. "But this time, I want it a bit different."

"Oh? How so?" I asked, eager to please. My cock was already straining my shorts, and I knew I was more than up to the challenge.

"Shower, gel, and wash me from behind," she said.

"Yes milady," I said, grinning. "Just lead the way."





Chapter 16





Krystal





It was a weird sense of mirror deja vu as I watched Julian get on the bus that was going to take him to the airport. Part of me was impressed, trying to do it the same way I did. I watched the bus disappear around the corner and headed towards the El train station. I had planned to meet up with Kim for a coffee, and we were going to meet at a little place near Alinea before prep started for dinner service. It was a Friday night, which meant things were going to be hopping. I was so glad to be off the prep monkey squad and into the line, even though that too had plenty of hard work to go along with it.