"Amy, can you turn that thing off, please," Luke mumbled in his sleepy haze.
He stretched his arm over, expecting to touch her naked flesh. Instead, he felt soft pink sheets.
Luke blinked his heavy eyes open and sat up on one elbow. He reached over and turned off the alarm clock.
As his eyes started clearing, he noticed a small white sheet of paper on her pillow. He picked it up, and then rested his head down on her pillow. He breathed in her scent from her pillow as he read the bright pink words written in his sister's flowing handwriting.
"I wanted to make you breakfast in bed, but Mom and Dad might find that odd. You'll have to settle for breakfast at the table. I hope you don't mind. See you soon." The letter was signed with a heart.
Luke smiled as his loving sister filled him with warmth.
He folded the note and peeled himself out of the bed. He stepped around the air mattress on the floor, and then stuffed the note deep into one of his suitcases while finding clean garments.
He went to shower, and it was still damp from Amy's turn earlier in the morning. It still smelled like her gentle soap and sweet shampoo. He cleansed himself of the sex they shared the night before. He hated to lose her scent, but there was always more.
He hopped out of the shower and roughly towel dried his hair. He considered shaving the growing scruff on his face. It was filling in as a beard better than he thought it would. After running a hand through its coarse texture, he decided to leave it for another day.
Luke returned to Amy's room. A beckoning smell had filtered upstairs. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs.
"Bacon," Luke chuckled with an exhale. His stomach rumbled for nourishment.
After he slipped into a pair of red sweat pants and a dark blue t-shirt, he headed downstairs.
The aroma grew even stronger. It mixed wonderfully with pancakes, eggs, and sausage.
Luke smiled as he saw his sister at the stove through the kitchen's archway. He paused for a moment, just watching her cook in her pink PJ pants. White hearts covered the fabric and she matched it with a long sleeve pink t-shirt. There were visible lines of a sports bra underneath her shirt.
"Hey, Squirt," Luke said as he approached her. "What's for breakfast?"
Amy looked over at him, smiling wide. She pushed her glasses up her nose with the back of her hand.
"Just a little Sunday morning something," she replied. Her blue eyes sparkled in the morning sun filtering in through the window over the sink.
Luke grinned and reached his hand around her. He snatched a cooling slice of bacon from a paper plate.
"Luke!" his sister playfully screeched. "Can't you wait five more minutes?"
She swatted his arm with her spatula.
"Nope," Luke said, and then took a bite of the crispy strip. He smiled as he chewed.
Amy rolled her eyes and exhaled in a sarcastic heavy sigh. Her brother even found her cute when she was playing the bratty, annoyed teenager role.
"Well, make yourself useful," Amy said as she waved the spatula in the air, "grab some plates and silverware."
He finished his snack, and then gathered the items to set the table.
Amy finished flipping the last pancake, and then made them glasses of orange juice.
Her brother helped bring all of the items to the cherry wood table. Their father was reading the "Chicago Sun-Times." He had the full paper in front of him, except for the crossword page. Kathryn had already started filling out her answers with a ballpoint pen.
"Amy, this is wonderful," her mother said as her children sat down for breakfast.
"Thank you," Amy replied with a smile. She took a blueberry pancake and put it on her own plate. "I thought it would be a nice Sunday morning surprise for everyone."
Luke built his plate with every item on the table.
Amy enjoyed cultivating her culinary skills. She regularly experimented with new recipes, and perfected the family's favorite comfort foods.
Her brother remembered her always baking cookies and other delectable treats that satisfied a child's sweet tooth. She was always helping her mother in the kitchen, eager to learn.
"I'm so glad you guys still read the paper," Luke said, and then took a mouthful of sausage.
Phil chuckled, "People make fun of me all the time. I don't like using technology to read. I feel like an idiot dragging my finger across the damned screen."
Amy giggled, and then sipped her orange juice before speaking. "Dad, I agree. You did look pretty annoyed when you tried it that one time."
"I like holding a newspaper in my hand. No one is going to steal the paper or a book from me," he laughed with his family. "If they want it they can have it."
"I think it's sexy that you still read the paper," Kathryn said, smiling at her husband across the table.
The siblings smiled. Their parents were always kissing when they were growing up and showing their affection for each other. They understood very well that they loved one another. They chewed their food, letting their parents have their moment.
"I think it's sexy that you finish the crossword puzzle every day," Phil said, returning the smile. "However, I know Amy helps you sometimes."
"Not always. Mom does a lot of it on her own," Amy complimented her mother.
"Thanks, Amy," her mother said, and then sipped her coffee.
Everyone ate in silence for a few minutes.
"Did you guys have fun last night?" Phil asked, breaking the silence, and then looked at his children as he shoveled in another full fork.
Luke looked over at Amy. The image of her on her back, looking up at him with lust filled eyes begging him to touch her in front of his friend flashed through his mind. "Touch me lower, Luke," his sister whispered in his head.
He saw her body writhing with the pleasure of her orgasm, her gasps for air, and her beckoning of him to cum for her.
