(ANGELO'S POV)
The smell of coffee and maple syrup hits me the second I step into the kitchen, and so does the sight of her.
Krystal.
She's at the stove, flipping a pancake, wearing one of Val's t-shirts and nothing else. My throat goes tight.
She turns her head and sees me first. Her lips curve into a smile.
"Angelo," she says. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
My mind scrambles for a second and the only words I can muster up are;
"I… uh…"
"Morning, Lolo," Val cuts in, drinking a glass of orange juice. "You're just in time. Krystal made pancakes."
I just nod and stare at the floor, avoiding eye contact with her 'cause the moment I walked into the room and our eyes met, all I could see was the image of her taking my brother's cock deep inside her pussy. All I could hear was her gasps and breathless moans.
