Supper

You ever have those random moments where you ask yourself, “Does anyone actually dress properly to cook supper?”

Because last week, after writing my previous post, I got hungry. My usual late-night fix? Maggi noodles, quick, comforting, and perfect for satisfying that sudden craving.

It was late that I didn’t expect anyone to be awake, which gave me an idea, why not make the snack run a little… exciting? I slipped on just my camisole, no bra, no panties, no shorts ( I was in my birthday suit beforehand). The thought of sneaking around like that made my heart race, a mix of thrill and mischief bubbling inside me.

Shits happened. Halfway through cooking, my sister-in-law appeared. She was in her pajamas, soft, slightly loose, but thin enough that you could see the outline of her boobs underneath. The top hung casually, but the way it clung just slightly, you could catch a hint of her pokie. She moved quietly, hair messy and tied back loosely, and I froze mid-stir.

Our eyes met, and I swear, I caught her looking at my chest not once, but twice. My heart hammered, and I had no idea if she actually noticed how little I was wearing or if she was just pretending not to see. Every glance, every subtle movement, sent a shiver through me. I could feel myself getting wet, my nipples stiffening from the tension and the daring thrill of almost being caught.

After she disappeared into the bathroom, I shivered, not from the cold, but from the rush of the encounter. My noodles were ready, and I grabbed my bowl, retreating quickly to my room. Sitting there, eating my late-night snack, I couldn’t stop replaying the moment, the daring, the awkwardness, and the sparks of tension that had turned an ordinary act of cooking noodles into something electrifying. I could feel how wet and responsive I had become just thinking about the way our eyes had met, and I knew I was aroused. My nipple was stiff, and the memory alone sent another shiver through me.

I was really afraid she might look at me strangely, but thankfully, everything was normal even though we ran into each other during the day. She didn’t act weird at all.