Home Cooking 2

Author's Preface: Everyone in this story is eighteen years old or older. The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome. Many thanks to deadeye_76 for his editing help.

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Home Cooking - Coming home for Thanksgiving

Patty stood in her beautiful kitchen working at her baker's table in an old blue and white gingham housedress covered in flour. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun to keep it out of the way. The kitchen was dim with only the light over the bread table on. One of her many jobs today was making homemade rolls for Thanksgiving dinner.

She covered the table with flour and began kneading the dough she'd prepared last night. This was the first Thanksgiving she and her new husband, James, were celebrating together. They met six months ago and had been married for two months. Together they were hosting a traditional dinner with everyone in both their families, some of whom were staying with them and were currently sleeping upstairs. It was a chance for all the families to get to know each other better. There were eleven people invited, so she wanted to get started early.

The dress she wore was special to her. Her grandmother always wore this dress when she baked. When Patty was a young girl, she loved to watch her grandmother baking and got up early in the morning to help her. They'd talk for hours, just the two of them. When her grandmother died a few years ago, Patty asked her mother for the dress.

The dress was close to sixty years old, and the waist tie had disappeared years ago, it was a bit threadbare and had been mended over the years, but Patty loved it. She just threw it over her head when she baked, and it reminded her of her grandmother. It was so soft after years of washing that she never wore anything under this dress. The smooth fabric felt sumptuous against her bare skin. That was her tradition. She had no idea what her grandmother wore under it.

A large man was suddenly behind her, grasped her waist, and pushed her against the bread table. She jumped in surprise and tried to turn around, but his hips and strong arms held her in place. His hands moved up her torso to her small but sensitive breasts and he discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra.

James pinched her hard nipples, and she moaned. She went to bed so early last night that she and James didn't make love, and she didn't know if James could go 24 hours without sex. He hadn't since they'd met. That thought made her smile inside. One night in her parent's backyard before they were married...it was just a hand job but still...

His weight held her firmly against the table, freeing his hands to roam and he took every advantage of that. He pulled the hairpins out of her bun and let her long blonde hair free then reached to caress her breasts, toying with her tender hard nipples as she whimpered with delight. The smooth gingham made his touch feel even more exciting. She'd thought James might get up early and join her. He wanted to help. She didn't really have time for this but...

She tried to turn around to face him, but he wouldn't have it. He shoved his hips harder against her, and turned her shoulders forward, silently commanding her to stay looking forward. She loved it when he wanted to play games with her. This one she guessed was the master of the house and the young kitchen maid. They'd never played this game before, but she knew it would be fun.

James had been working out lately, lifting weights and running. It had done his body a lot of good. She was surprised by how strong he was and how big his muscles felt.

God, she loved it when her new husband surprised her like this. Patty loved everything about James but when he was spontaneously sexy like this, she found his masculine magnetism impossible to resist. This was not the time or the place for what he had in mind, but she felt deeply feminine inside.

Patty sensed something different about James today. He was more insistent; determined; hungry. She would not have any choice in how they played. He would not stop and would hold her, touch her, and fuck her, however he wanted. She trusted him completely and had absolutely no doubt he would satisfy her completely before he was done.

She bent her head down and smelled his hand, delighting in his natural fragrance. He always smelled like fresh air and sunshine. His skin smelled the same whether he had just taken a shower or worked in the yard. It was his unique scent. She smelled it before, during, and after sex, and when they woke up in the morning.

She'd never told him, but she adored stripping off his dirty, sweaty work clothes and making love when his scent was the strongest. He'd want to take a shower first, but she wouldn't let him. It was her little sexy secret.

This morning, his scent was there but there was something else on top of that she couldn't define. Something had changed. It could be as simple as a new soap or the change of the season. He smelled the same but slightly different. Maybe it was the extra testosterone he seemed to have this morning.

His hands slid down the sides of her dress, and his fingers, one by one, pulled at the fabric, lifting it an inch at a time as she halfheartedly struggled against him. When the hem reached the top of her hips, his fingers touched her tender skin, and she closed her eyes. When he found she had no panties on either, it heightened his carnal desire. She wondered if today, a suit of chainmail would have dissuaded him. Probably not.

She said breathlessly, "No, please sir. Not like this. Not here. Someone might hear us and come in," she said falling into her role. She wanted to egg him on; to play the game. He couldn't stop now.

"Then we better keep our voices down," he said disguising his voice. It sounded so rough and guttural that she barely recognized it.

Her voice was breathy and resigned when she said, "No, I don't want this here; now, sir." Nothing was further from the truth.

He pushed her back, bending her over the bread table and her thick glasses fell off. His hand was between her shoulder blades, pressing her chest into the bread dough and flour.

Reaching for the bottom hem of her dress, he pulled it high above her bottom. Holding the dress and her hair with one hand, he pulled his elastic waistband shorts down on his thighs with the other. He laid his bare steely shaft between her cheeks, and she inhaled sharply.

"I want you like this," he whispered hoarsely in her ear.

He rubbed his meaty cock up and down her slit. She was soaking wet; ready for him.

"What if someone sees us or hears us? The house will wake up soon, sir."

"Then we'd better get on with it."

"That's not what I meant sir," she said, but when she felt the head of his cock at her entrance she said, "Oh, yes please sir." She trembled with excitement as she waited to feel him slide into her. Her wait was not long. He bent his knees slightly and pushed into her in one long stroke.

They both knew that no one would come in and see them this early in the morning, but she struggled against him anyway until she felt him slide into her, filling her and holding himself steady. He lifted her hips so that her front was fully on the table and her bare feet no longer touched the floor. He slowly began sliding his full length in and out of her.

She tried to hit him with her legs and fists, but they were ineffectual and only spurred him on. If he wanted to play this game, she felt she should put up a little fight like a good young kitchen maid. As his strokes deepened and quickened, she began moaning with every stroke. It was pointless to resist him when he was like this. She was resigned to let him mercilessly thrust into her until they both had massive orgasms.

Her body slid forward on the flour-covered bread table. The dough under her was kneaded and worked by her breasts. Her feeling of her nipples sliding on the dough was an experience she wouldn't forget.

He rolled her over with no comment and held her legs over his shoulders. Her skirt fell to her waist and her naked bottom lay on a large lump of bread dough, leaving her impression. James was bare-chested and she wished her glasses were on so she could see him better. She loved seeing his broad chest and shoulders and she knew he was lustfully looking at her body laid out before him. It thrilled her.

"But I need to make the rolls for dinner, sir," she pleaded. It was at best a token protest, but it was all she could come up with in her current state of mind.

He pushed back inside her with conviction, and she gasped as he put his thumb on her engorged clit. She lay her head back, unable to see anything, and enjoyed his attentions. His powerful strokes and the pressure on her clit were driving her towards a massive orgasm. In an almost violent burst of speed, he pushed her further towards her climax.

It had been a long time since he'd acted this aggressively with her and she was staggered by his prowess. She bit her lower lip to keep from waking the house. As she heard his breathing change and felt his fingers dig into her thighs, she knew he was coming soon. He plunged into her with as much force as he could muster, and she desperately tried not to scream as her orgasm hit her. Only a strained squeak escaped through her clenched teeth. She squeezed his cock deep inside her and in two more forceful strokes, he groaned loudly and filled her.

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Still breathing hard, she sat up and kissed her husband passionately. Flour covered her dress, hair, face, and both sides of her body. She was still sitting on the dough, her skirt above her waist, and she felt his cum dripping out of her and onto the breadboard.

"I guess I'm going to have to start over on the rolls."

He kissed her like he hadn't in a while; full of passion and longing.

"If we keep kissing like that, I'll need to wait a while before starting over." She teased. "That was a wonderful Thanksgiving surprise, James. Thank you."

He froze and his face changed. She'd never seen James look stunned before.

The kitchen door opened, and before Patty could react, a man walked into the kitchen. Patty was caught with her legs spread around a man, sitting on the bread table with her skirt pushed above her waist.

James screamed angrily, "What the hell is going on Frank? What are you doing with my wife?"

Patty pushed the man between her legs away and shoved the hem of her dress down to cover herself as best she could. Her naked bottom was still sitting on the bread dough. Thank god the man had already pulled up his shorts, although that and running shoes were all he was wearing. She fumbled for her glasses on the baker's table and put them on. She looked back and forth through flour-covered glasses at the man in front of her and the man at the door.

"How can there be two of you James?" she asked shocked and mystified.

Frank squinted at her and said, "Heather?"

Patty yelled in a panic at the man who had just been between her legs. "Who is Heather and who the hell are you?"

Patty still couldn't see well. Her glasses had flour and dough on them.

Frank was taken aback and stammered an answer out as quickly as possible, "Um...um...Heather is Suzy's friend...I um... met Heather last night and we went for a late-night walk in the park...We flirted with each other, and we kissed and...did more than we should have at a public park. She wanted to bring me to her room, but she was bunking with Suzy, and she couldn't have handled Heather and me...um...sleeping in the room...so I slept on the couch.

"Heather told me she'd be in the kitchen very early this morning cooking, and we could...um...talk. A noise woke me, and I heard someone in the kitchen and...I thought it was her and I wanted to surprise her," Frank said, well-passed perplexed, and panicked. "I've never seen you and...um...from the back, you look like Heather, and it seemed like...you acted like you were expecting me."

"James, who is the man who just fucked me?" Patty screamed as quietly as she could. The last thing she needed was more people in the kitchen.

James was still standing at the door in shock. "Patty...um...this is my brother, Frank. I told you I had a brother."

"Stationed in Iraq!" she screamed. "That's why he couldn't be at the wedding."

Frank said, "I got leave from the army to come home for Thanksgiving and surprised James last night."

"

Him

! You surprised the hell out of

me

this morning! You're just full of surprises!" Patty was homicidal at this point.

"James? Why didn't you introduce me to your brother last night, you half-wit?" she asked with a dangerously controlled rage in her voice. Frank had been in combat, and he was a little afraid of her.

James had a grimace on his face and said, "He didn't get in until you were asleep. You went to bed at 8:00 so you could get up to cook this morning. He's on the guest list," James paused. "Oh, no he's not. We didn't know he was coming."

"James, you told me you had a brother, you never told me he was your

identical twin brother

, you moron! How could I have known? When you were feeling me up so insistently this morning...Oh god, that wasn't you, it was him. Oh god, oh god, oh god."

She tried to stand up, but it wasn't easy sitting on the dough. When she got off the table a large hunk of dough came with her. When her feet hit the floor, the dough fell from between her legs and plopped onto the floor.

"My god, I've got dough in...never mind," she said.

She grabbed a rag, ran some water on it, and tried to clean off her face and glasses but only made it worse. Neither of them was about to tell her that.

Heather bounced in behind James wearing a short skirt with a loose blouse and grabbed James' arm. She cheerfully said, "What can I do to help?"

Patty said curtly, "For a start, you could let go of my husband."

Frank said, "Heather, I'm over here." She ran over to Frank and grabbed his arm, surprised that he was only wearing running shorts and sneakers. You could see how excited she got when she looked at Frank's bare chest. "You two look exactly alike except you have bigger muscles, Frank," snuggling up against him. Frank did not need this now.

Patty looked at Heather and agreed she had similar build, height, and hair color. She even wore black framed glasses.

Frank asked, "Heather, could you go get me a shirt? My bag is by the couch." She pranced out the kitchen door.

After she was gone, Patty said, "James, Frank, not a word to anyone or as god as my witness, you'll both be dead before dinner. Clean the breadboard and find a store with dinner rolls." Patty walked out the back door.

Heather skipped back in with a t-shirt with the army seal on it and Frank put it on. He scraped the...dough...off the breadboard into the trash.

Heather asked, "Why did you throw that dough away? I could have made rolls."

"Just trust me," Frank said and he scrubbed it in the sink.

James said, "Just throw the whole board away," and walked out of the kitchen.

"We're all alone Frank," Heather cooed seductively as she hugged Frank's arm.

"Later," he said and followed James. They needed to talk. Heather stood by herself in the kitchen completely confused.

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Several hours later Patty returned and spotted Suzy. "Have you seen James?"

"Upstairs, I think," Suzy said. "Hey, where have you been?"

"I had to help out a friend." Patty ran up the stairs two at a time.

They were in the master bedroom. She walked in and said, "We need to talk," sounding calmer than when she'd left.

"Where have you been Patty?" James asked. "I was worried."

"I went to the car to get a spare set of clothes I keep in there in case something like this happens." She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of that. "I was going to walk around until I looked in the car mirror. Thanks for telling me how nice I looked, she said sarcastically. "The key to the Miller's house was in the garage. They said we could use their kitchen if we needed it, so I didn't think they'd mind me taking a shower and changing. Do you have any idea how hard it is to wash bread dough out of...skip it.

"Then I stayed there, pacing back and forth, thinking.

"I smell that someone put the turkey on," she said. "Who did it?"

"I took care of that," James said, happy he'd remembered. "Frank had to drive close to thirty miles to find somewhere open that sold rolls."

"Thank you. Did you take the bag of organs out of the turkey before you put it in the oven?"

"Umm," James said. "Organs?"

"Christ, did you season it? Don't answer that," Patty said. "You two, Don't move."

She ran to the door and James said, "Stop, I'm not an idiot. I asked Mom how to do it."

"What did you say about where I was?"

"I told her you had an errand to run."

"Thanks."

"We have two moms here. They've done this before and can do anything you want," James said.

"OK, now we need to talk about the other thing," she said.

Frank interrupted and said, "I've thought about it and I'm going to leave, Patty. I'm so sorry this happened, and I hope you'll forgive me someday."

"Don't be stupid Frank. You flew over six thousand miles to be here and leaving wouldn't solve anything," she said. "I can't kick you out of your own family, although I may put a bell around your neck." She laughed gravely.

Patty said, "What happened, happened. I wish it hadn't, but we can't change that it did. It was a mind-boggling series of misunderstandings and coincidences. I've thought and thought, and I can't figure out how it could have played out differently.

"While pacing, I desperately tried to figure out someone I could blame for this. I kept saying it was Frank's fault, then it was James' fault, then it was my fault, over and over in my head and finally concluded that it was no one's fault. There's no one to blame as much as I want there to be. We'll live through this.

"We three are sworn to secrecy even after we're dead. You can never talk about this with your Army buddies or families or people you work with twenty years from now. No future wives, girlfriends, or children. Not even a psychologist. We are

never

going to look back at this and laugh. If anyone finds out what happened, James and I will have to move to the deep forest and never see our families again. Agreed?"

They said, "Agreed," in unison.

She looked back and forth between them. "God you two look alike. If you dressed the same, I'm not sure I could tell you apart. Did you know that you even smell alike? I may need one of you to get a scar on his face or chip a tooth. You're both too damn handsome anyway."

"If you were around us together a lot, you'd realize that I'm the handsome one," Frank said and laughed. "I'm not sure how Suzy does it, but we've never been able to fool her."

Patty said, "The point of this Thanksgiving was for us to get to know our families better James. I've certainly done that. It was a pleasure meeting you, Frank. I'm not sure I can get any closer to you." They all laughed.

"Frank, if a woman says she wants to have sex with you and says she'll meet you at the corner of Main and First, on a green bench, with one blue shoe and one red shoe, in a khaki dress, with a purple rose in her green hair, LOOK AT HER FACE."

Patty said, "Wait...I just thought...Frank, when you saw my face, you must have known I wasn't Heather. Oh god, oh god, oh god, I just remembered when you first saw my face." She put her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes.

"Um, my contacts were bothering me after two days of flying. I didn't think I'd need them this morning."

"Of course. You wear contacts, just like James and you're almost blind without them."