Through His Stomach
By Nandi Berry
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Copyright 2012 Nandi Berry
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Author's Note: A special Thank You to Suzy who went out of her way to show me some of my mistakes.
Dedicated to my wonderful Husband.
Who has suffered through more than his share of weird taste tests in my attempts to learn how to cook.
They say the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Prologue
Becki drew in a deep breath savoring the scent of the barbeque wings before her. The tang of the barbeque sauce invaded her scenes, setting her mouth watering. She loved coming to Mama Rosie's the tiny place was off most people's radars but the food was to died for. Especially Rosie's wings.
Fore going a fork she picked up a tiny wing and began to eat. The tang from the vinegar exploded in her mouth followed quickly by a blast of sweetness from the brown sugar.
Food was Becki's first love, her second love still treated her like a kid sister. She frowned, that line of thinking was only going to ruin her meal. Some day maybe Paul would see her as more than his BFF's kid sister or his little sister's best friend.
The sound of her cell broke through her thoughts. Wiping her hands on a napkin she reached into her coat and retrieved it. Briefly she glanced at the caller Id before hitting the talk button.
“Hey Bennie what's up?”
“Oh thank god, you're ok.”
“I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?”
There was an uneasy silence on his side of the phone, then he said. “Your apartment's on fire. Actually the whole building.”
“What? Are you serious? My apartment's on fire!” This was surreal, she'd just left home thirty minute's ago. It had been fine. He had to be wrong. “Are you sure, it's my building?”
“Yes and yes. Where are you?”
“Mama Rosie's.” She felt incredibly numb suddenly, and a cold sensation settled in her stomach. The wings sat like lead weights in her belly.
“I'll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Ok.” She murmured. Looking around the familiar dining room yet seeing nothing.
“Becki. Everything's going to be all right, I promise. Be there soon.” He hung up.
Becki slowly took the phone from her ear and hit end. Her appetite gone she pushed her plate away and stared at the checkered red and white table cloth. Not even Rosie's awesome wings could make her feel better.
Chapter 1
Paul sat up running his hand through his sleep mussed hair. Another night of tossing and turning. Becki had been staying with them for a week. Now she invaded not only his dreams, and damn what dreams they were, but his waking hours too. He pulled in a deep breath. You don't date your best friends twin sister or your sister's best friend. You just don't do it. Paul told himself crawling out of bed and pulling on a pair of sweats.
The four of them had been neighbors forever. Their parents were close, and so the kids had grown close. Becki and, Paul's little sister, Victoria had fused a fast friendship over the Easy Bake Oven. Becki loved to cook and Vicky loved to eat.
Stepping into the hall, the smells hit him. Becki was cooking, again. He sniffed, bacon and pancakes. Strawberry banana pancakes and did he smell cake? The woman had turned their kitchen into the set of Master Chef. His stomach grumbled as he walked toward the kitchen. Yet the sight he encountered caused him to pause in the doorway.
Becki leaned over the top of the stove staring intently at whatever she was making. Her pert bottom on display in the skin tight leggings she wore under her dress. His eye's slid down her legs, smiling as he eyed her signature striped legwarmers and fuzzy socks. Straightening she weilded a spatula, flipping the pancake she'd been watching. Shaking his head he entered the room.
“Should've known it was you cooking, who else would screw up perfectly good pancakes with strawberries and banana's.” He teased heading for the coffee pot.
“Good morning to you too, mister grumpus.” She chirped back smiling. “I made some blueberry earlier, but since putting fruit in pancake's ruins them I guess you don't want them.”
Damn she knew his weakness, blueberry pancakes were his favorite. Slurping a big gulp of coffee he turned back to face her.
“Well if you went out of your way to make them...” He drawled. “I guess I can make an exception.”
Grinning, she grabbed a pair of pot holders and bent down, opening the oven. “Go sit down, the plates hot so I'll bring it over.”
Taking another swallow of coffee he did as she commanded. Sitting down at the small Formica table. “Why does it smell like cake?”
“I made cupcakes for Missy to take to school for her birthday.”
He shook his head as she set the plate in front of him. Pancakes and bacon steamed on the plate. “Why didn't Vicky make them?”
Walking to the fridge she smirked. “Vicky bake?”
She was right his sister hated baking, even for her daughter. Becki returned with the butter and syrup, setting them on the table. “So Aunt Becki to the rescue?”
“It was either that or subject those poor kids to store bought.” She shrugged. Moving toward the sink, and beginning to clean up. “Besides I like doing it.”
Paul sat silently eating while peeking at Becki now and again. When he'd finished he got up taking the plate over to where she stood, before the sink, up to her elbows in suds. As he dropped the plate and silverware in the soapy water, she looked up at him. Something lingered in her eye's that he couldn't put his finger on. Feeling suddenly awkward, he muttered. “Thanks, Kiddo, it was good.”
As quick as the words tumbled out of his mouth the look disappeared and she turned back to the dishes.
“You're welcome.”
****
“You look frustrated.” Vicky said answering the door.
“I am.” Becki held up the cupcake carrier. “Here are Missy's cupcakes.”
Taking the carrier, Vicky backed up letting her in the house. Becki followed her to the kitchen. “So which one your brother or mine?”
Becki shook her head slipping up on a stool at the kitchen island. “Paul, part of me want to strangle him and...” She looked out the window over Vicky's sink. “You're going to hate it, but part of me wants to dip him in chocolate.”
Vicky wrinkled her nose putting her hands up. “Eww not a vision I want in my head.”
“I'm sorry.” Becki whined, crossing her arms on the counter, and put her head on them. “Living with him is harder than I thought. He still thinks of me like a little sister.”
Vicky turned getting out two mugs and pouring them coffee. “I know it burns your biscuits.” She set a cup in front of Becki. “This make's me queasy just saying it but have you thought maybe he needs some encouragement. Show him you're not the pigtailed little girl any more.”
Becki sat up, pulled the cup of coffee toward her. “How? The man's as dense as fudge.”
Vicky giggled. “Valentine's day is in a couple weeks. Don't you usually do something on your blog with romantic recipes?”
“Yeah.”
“Test them out on Paul first.”
Becki smiled.“When did you get so smart?”
Vicky shrugged. “Guess it comes with motherhood. Now do you mind if we steer this conversation in a different direction, I may lose my breakfast otherwise.”
Becki nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. “Didn't you say your mom, left some stuff for me?”
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. She cleaned out the attic and sent some stuff over. It's probably all circa 1980.” Vicky glanced at Becki. “But then I don't think you ever left.”
“Ha ha, you're very funny. I take back my comment from earlier.” Becki muttered following Vicky down the hall to her office.
Inside Vicky pointed to a box. “Take what you can use, I'll take the rest to a thrift store with the kids' old toys.”
Reaching in Becki pulled out an old AC/DC tee shirt. Holding it up she looked at Vicky. “I guess beggars can't be choosy huh?”
Chapter 2
Paul tip toed in the living room, an old Gene Wilder movie flickered on the tv casting weird shadows on the dark walls. The coffee table was pulled up against the couch where Becki lay sleeping the screen on her laptop glowing over her face. With a small smile he pushed the table back and pulled the blanket up around her. He moved to close the laptop, absently glancing at the screen. Paul paused, she was writing a recipe book.
“Don't look at that.”
He looked back at the couch, Becki sat up her long blond hair all mussed from sleep her eyes glassy.
“Why? It's good, at least it looks good.”
“Because it's a work in progress.” She got up, and closed the laptop, picking it up and hugging it to her chest. “Nobody knows about it, I was waiting until I published it.”
“Ok your secret is safe with me.” His eyes flicked to the computer. “Can I see?”
Becki narrowed her eye's. “Promise?”
“Swear to God.”
A corner of her mouth twitched, hesitantly she handed it over. Sitting down on the couch, he put the laptop on his knees, and opened it. Becki leaned toward him, he glanced at her.
“Is that my old Led Zepplin t-shirt?”
“Probably. Your mom gave me a bunch of stuff from the attic. I'm possibly wearing your old boxer shorts too.”
Unbidden his eye's went toward her hips. No. Thank God, she wasn't. His eye's returned to her face to find her smirking at him. Busted. He turned back to the screen, shaking his head. He scrolled through the pages of recipes.
“So what's the plan?”
“Hmm?” He looked at her, she blinked and quickly looked at the computer. “Uh, I'm going to self-publish and sell it on the blog. Maybe if it does well I can get picked up by a publisher, but cook books are a hard sell.”
“Think you'll be able to quit your job?”
“Are you crazy? That's the sweetest gig ever, I get in all the best restaurants as a food critic. They'll have to fire me to get rid of me.” Paul laughed handing her back the laptop. She closed it and set it on the coffee table. “Speaking of work, I've got this new restaurant thing coming up. Any chance you'd like to come with me? Ben is away at that conference thing until next week and Vicky can't go because of the munchkin.”
“Sure I'd never turn down a free meal.”
“Good to know.” She murmured bumping him with her shoulder, as she stood. “I'm going to head to bed.”
Paul watched her head toward the guest bedroom. The shirt fell to just below her butt, a skimp pair of cheer shorts covering the rest from view. Yet giving him a good idea of what lay underneath. With a groan he flopped back on the couch. She was going to be the death of him, his cock throbbed in agreement.
****
Becki grinned as she heard Paul enter the house. The table was littered with her current experiments, and she needed a taste tester. She turned wielding a wooden spoon as he entered the kitchen. “I need your tongue.” She watched with pleasure as his eye's widened and his mouth opened slightly. She smirked. “With Ben gone, I need you to be my taster.”
Disappointment warred with relief on his face. Finally he spit out. “Ok.”
“Great. Sit down.” She gestured to the table, walking over she picked up a toothpick, skewered scallop. “We'll start with the five spiced scallops. Open.”
Paul gave her a skeptical look, but opened his mouth anyway. She set the scallop on his tongue and watched with delight as he bit down. Pulling out the toothpick she placed in on a napkin next to him on the table. She restrained the urge to kiss him, by walking over to the stove and stirring the chocolate.
“Really good. What's all this for anyway?”
“The blog. I'm doing a romance segment for Valentines Day. Now try the tarts.” She heard him munching on something.
“Hey this is great. What is is?”
“Salmon and asparagus.”
“Hmm, what next?”
“Pick. Just save room for dessert.”
A moment later he appeared over her shoulder. “What's for dessert?”
Desire bloomed in her belly. Her clit pulsed, and her pussy clenched. “Chocolate.” She murmured, her voice much huskier than she intended. Bending forward to stir the pot her butt brushed against him.
Paul drew in a sharp intake of breath. He knew he should back up, yet he didn't. Even as his cock began to press against his jeans. Becki shifted in front of him, this time actually rubbing against him. He looked at her, as she peeked over her shoulder. He watched unable to look away as her pink tongue darted out licking a dollop of dark gooey chocolate off the spoon. A mischievous smile graced her luscious lips.
Damn it she was actually trying to seduce him. He'd seen that sparkle in her eye, one too many times. Ben was going to kill him, but by God he was going to earn his pummeling.
Becki licked her lips. “Want a taste?”
Yes he wanted to taste her lips, her neck. He wanted to removed all her clothes and taste every inch of her body. Not trusting his voice he nodded. Dipping the spoon in the bubbling chocolate she pulled it back out and blew on it. Turning she held the up to him. Two could play her little game. A shocked look crossed her face as he pulled the spoon from her fingers. Her eye's widened as he dabbed her lips with chocolate. Her breath hitched as he went in for the kill, darting out his tongue and licking it off her mouth. Then pressed his lips against her's turning it into a kiss. She tasted like the chocolate, with a hint of Cayenne pepper, and her own unique flavor. She whimpered as he pulled away.
“Delicious.” Reaching behind her he turned the burner under the pan off.
She smiled, her lips red and plump from the kiss. “So it's true the best way to a guys heart is through his stomach.”
Paul chuckled. “You know Ben's going to kill us, right?”
Becki put her arms around his neck. “I guess we should make the best of it then. Also my chocolate rocks are ruined, so we have a pan of melted chocolate to use up.”
He groaned, pulling her tight against him. “Aren't you worried about our respective siblings and how they'd feel?”
She frowned looking up at him. “This was Vicky's idea, she's known about my feelings for you for a long time. Ben will just have to deal. I'm more worried about how you feel.”
He rocked his hips against her's. “That's how I feel.”
Her eyes fluttered shut as she practically purred and he felt his resolve weakening. It was hard to say no, with her pressed up against him. The idea of drizzling spicy chocolate all over her body, playing through his mind.
Becki looked up at him, pulling back she plucked the spoon from his hand. “I'll have you covered in chocolate yet.”
He watched fascinated as she undid the buttons on her blouse, pink lace peeked through the gaping front. Turning she dipped the utensil in the pan, Paul closed his eyes. He heard a rustling of clothing. When he opened his eyes, he groaned. Becki stood before him, topless. Her pert round breasts covered in rivers of cocoa.
“Oops looks like I made a mess.” She shrugged her bare shoulders, giving him a sexy smile. “Do you want to help me clean it up?”
Another groan slipped from him, as the last of his resolve crumbled. Bending his head, he took one breast in his hand and licked the chocolate from her raspberry colored nipple. Becki gasped, her hand sliding into his hair. He peeked up at her. Eye's closed her head rolled back onto her shoulders. Paul turned back to the task at hand. He sucked her nipple clean then licked the sauce from the rest of her skin. Once it was clean to his satisfaction, he turned his attention to her other breast.
Becki moaned as Paul sucked her nipple into his hot mouth. She couldn't count the number of nights she'd dreamed about this, now it was real. Paul's teeth rasped her sensitive skin and her nipples tightened almost to the point of pain. Her panties were soaked with her juices. She pressed her thighs together to ease the throbbing of her clit. If he didn't help her with the ache between her legs, soon, she was going to take care of it herself.
“Please Paul.” She whimpered, taking his hand from her breast, forcing it lower.
He pulled away, and straightened. “Is the oven on?”
She shook her head. Seriously. She was in severe need of release and he was asking about the stove. “No.”
“Good.”
Before she could squeak out another word he grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Very caveman, Paulie.” She giggled as he carried her down the hall to his room.
He dropped her on the unmade bed, and she bounced slightly. “Clothes off, now.”
Beckie laughed again, but complied, wiggling out of her jeans and undies. Dropping them on the floor she leaned back on the bed. Unable to help herself she rubbed the aching nub between her legs, while watching Paul drop his pants. An impressive erection jutted out, tenting the front of his boxers. He'd shucked his shirt while she was getting out of her pants. Becki's eyes traveled the expanse of his chest. He'd always been well toned, the planes and contours of muscle rippled as he walked toward her. Kneeling on the bed he eyed what she was doing then reach down pulling her hand away.
“I'm not done with my dessert yet.”
Paul crawled between her legs. When his tongue ran across her clit, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She moaned as he moved his tongue up and down. The sensitive skin simmering in her own juices and he lapped at them. His tongue diving in and out of her pussy. Becki closed her eyes and arched her hips, as the pleasure built. Suddenly Paul shoved his tongue in her, and flicked her clit, setting her off like a rocket. She cried out shuddering and grasping the rumpled bedding.
Paul stood and yanked off his boxer, pulling open a drawer in the nightstand he took out a condom. Ripping open the foil he rolled it over his cock and climbed back on the bed. He had to be inside her soon or he was going to go off, before they got to the good part.
Becki looked at him through her lashes as he positioned himself over her. She mewled as he guided his member into her. Arching her hips, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling him against her. Her warm slick sheath, was tight. He moved slowly savoring the feel of her around him. Becki's muscles flexed, tightening on his cock like a fist. He moaned and quickened his pace, fucking her harder.
“Yes.” Becki panted under him.
He caught her hips in his hands, stilling her as her movements became frenzied. He thrusted deep in her, and she closed her eyes, crying out again. The muscles surrounding him tensed enclosing him tight in her womb. He couldn't hold on, he came in one long spurt. Wrapping his arms around her Paul rolled them to their sides. He nuzzled Becki's neck content to lay buried in her.
Becki shifted, and he tightened his grip. “Where do you think your going?”
“Well I'm sticky and...” She wiggled. “If you're up for it I thought we could use a shower.”
Chapter 3
Paul rolled over putting out his arm, expecting to encounter soft flesh. Instead he found cold air. Sitting up he wondered briefly if last night had been a dream. The indent on the pillow and lingering scent of chocolate mixed with flora told him otherwise. He reached over the side of the bed, fumbling for his boxers, and found Becki's jean's instead. Grinning he dropped them and climbed out of bed, finding a pair of sweats instead he yanked them on. Walking out to the kitchen the smell of french toast accosted his nose.
He paused in the doorway, Becki stood at the stove wearing only one of his sweat shirts and underwear. She was humming some tune he couldn't tell what. Padding quietly up behind her, Paul wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her long blond hair. At first she jumped startled then, relaxed against him.
“You know as much as I need the sustenance after last night, I would've much rather woken up with you in bed.”
“That would have been nice, but I doubt we'd have gotten out of bed and I have a meeting with my editor at the magazine at nine.” She flipped the piece of toast on to the plate, then turned off the burner. “Go on get the coffee, so we can eat.”
Grumbling he grabbed two mugs and filled them with coffee. Carrying them over to the table he set them down next to the plates. As he sat down Becki placed the syrup and butter on the table.
“I'm pretty sure your trying to kill me.”
“Why do you say that?” She asked sitting down across from him.
He dumped the syrup on his toast, grinning. “Well the food and then the strenuous exercise, if I keep it up I'll have a heart attack.”
Squirting syrup on her own toast Becki gave him a devious smile. “Now why would I do that? I just started getting what I wanted from you.”
Paul groaned and took a bite of his breakfast. They ate in silence for a few minutes, before Becki spoke up.
“We're still on for tonight? Dinner at the restaurant.”
Nodding Paul swallowed. “Yeah.” He paused, looking at her. “What are we going to tell your brother?”
“Why are you so hung up on Ben? You're his best friend, he'll be fine with it.”
Paul shook his head. “That's exactly my point, I'm his best friend. You don't lick chocolate off your best friends younger twin sister boobs.”
“You didn't seem to have a problem doing it last night.” She counter stabbing her toast with more force than necessary. “And I'm only three minutes younger.”
Sighing Paul leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He knew Ben's anger. He'd talked him out of killing more than one of Becki's boyfriends in school. Ben was way to overprotective of his twin. And Paul liked his face the way it was. The clatter of silverware on porcelain jerked his eyelids open. Becki stood. “I'll tell Ben, it was all my doing anyway. So I'll take the blame.”She shrugged and carried her plate over to the sink.
“You don't get it Becks.”
She whirled around. “You're right I don't the only people this should concern is you and me. Yet you;re obsessed with my brother. Maybe you should date him.”
“Uh, Hey guys.” Ben appeared in the doorway. He eyed Becki then looked at Paul. “Someone want to tell me what's going on?” He frowned dropping his over night bag, turning his gaze back to Becki. “And where are your pants?”
Becki cocked her head, crossing her arms over her chest, and looked at Paul. He drew a deep breath and nodded. “I slept with Paul.”
Paul watched Ben warily expecting a fist to fly at him any moment. Suddenly Ben's face cracked into a smile. “Finally. Thank God, the tension between you two could've been cut with a knife. Now Becki please go put some clothes on before I have to bleach my eyes.”
Becki gave Paul an I told you so' look and sauntered out of the kitchen. Ben sat down in her vacated seat. “You knew.”
“Dude everyone knew, but you, apparently.”
“Fuck.” Paul flopped back in his chair, feeling shell shocked. Ben pointed at the plate on the table, and Paul nodded numbly. His appetite had fled awhile ago. So everybody knew he and Becki had a thing. After a few moments he asked, “What are you doing back early?”
Ben shrugged. “Got an earlier flight. The conference was a bust.” He pointed his fork at Paul. “You know you've got some major ass kissing to do.” His face twisted up like he'd ate something disgusting. “Damn it, you know what I mean.”
Chapter 4
“I didn't think you'd come after the blow up this morning.” Becki muttered looking out the car window. She was avoiding looking at Paul, she was still slightly pissed. But after thinking about it all day she could see where he was coming from. She'd probably have never made a move like she had if it hadn't been for Vicky and knowing they had her blessing.
They pulled into the parking lot and Paul threw the car in park. As he turned the vehicle off he said. “I'm sorry. I was partly being selfish.”
Becki gave him a curiously look. “I don't get it, why were you being selfish?”
“Well remember Todd Baxtor, and what Ben did? I do and I really like my face the way it is.”
Smiling she leaned over the seats toward him. “Todd deserved everything he got and I'd never let Ben do that to you.” Reaching over she grabbed his coat pulling him close and kissing him. When she pulled back she murmured. “I like your face the way it is too.”
He chuckled, leaning back and reached out to open the door. “Let's get this over with so we can have make up dessert.”
Recipes for homemade body chocolate-
Ingredients:
70 grams (Approx 2 and a half semi-sweet baker's chocolate squares)
1/4 cup cream
3-6 tablespoons of sugar- sweeten to your taste!
Instructions:
1) Break chocolate into smaller pieces with a sharp knife.
2) Heat cream in a small pot over medium heat.
3) Dissolve sugar into warm cream, until the cream is sweet. Sweeten to you and your loved one's tastes.
4) In a jar or container, place your broken chocolate.
5) Slowly pour the cream over your chocolate and stir.
6) You want it to be at a paint consistency. Remember: When it cools, it will thicken up!
Pour into a small container.
You can use as soon as it is cooled enough to be comfortable. The warmer the sauce the easier it is to paint with but you don't want to burn your canvas. To keep soft place on a heating pad, on low near you. Although probably not to close as you could have a mess if it gets knocked over. If the paint becomes hard because you become pre-occupied, warm it in the microwave for a few seconds. Stir and test the temperature again before using.
Store left overs in a covered dish in the refrigerator if desired. Best if used in around a week.
Experiment using fresh fruit along with your chocolate for added fun.
For those more adventurous.
Ingredients:
17.5 oz/490 grams high-quality dark chocolate (semi-sweet or bittersweet), chopped
13.5 oz/405 ml cream
1/2 bunch mint, finely chopped
1 chili pepper, finely chopped
Double shot espresso
Method:
1. Divide cream into 3 individual pans
2. Add mint into 1 pan, chili into the second pan, and espresso into the third pan
3. Slowly warm each pan to a near simmer and remove from heat, allowing flavor to infuse for 15 minutes.
4. Place dark chocolate in a small bowl and set over a small saucepan of barely simmering water. Stir constantly until chocolate melts.
5. Remove pan from the heat.
6. Divide chocolate into 3 small pots.
7. Return pans of cream to heat and, once hot, strain each pan of cream into 1 chocolate pot, creating 3 separate flavored-chocolate body paints.
Enjoy!!
About the author:
Nanny is a stay at home mom, wife, friend, lover, reviewer, blogger, and a really long list of other stuff. She's been writing for several years under various pen names.
You can visit her online at her blog http://tttpd.blogspot.com
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Other Books by Nanny:
Surf's Up
Dancing the Nutcracker
How to Sell Your Baby: A Quick Guide to Promoting Your Books
Wicked Fairy Tales
Knights in a Shining Semi
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