Chapter 144 Trouble in paradise with Aunt Layla?
Aunt Layla stood alone in the kitchen, the comforting hum of the refrigerator providing a backdrop to her contemplative thoughts. As she meticulously chopped vegetables, each slice brought forth memories of a mischievous boy with a grin that could brighten the darkest days.
"Kan," she whispered to the empty room, "it's been too long, hasn't it? I miss the sound of your laughter, the clatter of dishes that time I mistakenly spilled it on you,"
Her gaze lingered on a faded family photo. "You've grown so much, my dear. Life moves fast. I wonder where your journey has taken you, what adventures have become the chapters of your story."
Aunt Layla moved to the stove, a pot simmering with the aroma of a familiar family recipe. The fragrant memories wafted through the kitchen, wrapping around her like a bittersweet embrace. "Your favorite stew," she sighed, "I keep making it, hoping that one day you'll walk through that door, hungry and with that same old grin you used to have on your face when I baby-sat you when your parents are away."
As she stirred the pot, thoughts of Kan's absence weighed on her. "You always talked about exploring the world. I never imagined it would mean you'd be so far away. The house is quieter without you even though you've only visited once,"
The scent of sautéing onions mixed with her musings. "I miss you more than words can say. I hope you're finding your way, finding joy in whatever you're doing. But selfishly, I wish you were here, sharing this meal, sharing this moment, with me,"
Aunt Layla wiped away a stray tear. "I've thought about visiting, you know? Just surprising you, by coming over unannounced. But then, reality creeps in. Your mother and I... we don't exactly see eye to eye. I fear my presence might stir up old wounds."
She paused, her hand on the stove, the heat seeping into her thoughts. "Maybe it's better this way. I'll keep sending my love from here, keep making your favorite stew. And who knows, maybe one day, things will be different."
The simmering stew filled the room with a warmth that mirrored Aunt Layla's conflicted feelings. She plated the meal, setting the table for two out of habit, out of hope. "I know I'm being sentimental, but this kitchen, this house, it's not the same without you. That last visit showed me what I'm missing. You Kan, I miss you.You're always welcome here, Kan."
As she sat alone at the table, a solitary figure in a room filled with memories, Aunt Layla savored each bite. "I'll keep this routine, keep home ready for your return. But for now, I should.concentrate on stirring this pot," aunt Layla chuckled slightly.
She turned off the stove, a heaviness in her heart. "Maybe I'm being silly, talking to myself like this. But it helps, you know? It's like you're still here, listening, even if it's just in my memories."
The entire time, aunt Layla slipped one hand down her apron into her skirt, getting her fingers to reach within her crouch area and then out of no where, a sound emanated from her mouth.
"Mmmph...Kan...I miss you," aunt Layla said, quivering within the closure of her kitchen, her legs trembling as she kept pleasuring herself, sticking her fingers into her vagina and playing with her clit.
But she heard a particular whistle from outside and knew exactly whom it belonged to.
Aunt Layla resumed her cooking when the door swung open, and Uncle Mike shuffled in, the scent of the day's hard work trailing behind him. His worn boots clinked against the kitchen tiles as he approached her with a tired smile.
"Hey there, how's my favorite chef doing?" he said, leaning in for a customary peck on her cheek.
Layla subtly turned away, her thoughts still lingering on Kan. "Not now, Mike. I need to concentrate," aunt Layla said, her tone gentle but firm.
Uncle Mike stared at her, surprised etched on his face but within that short period, aunt Layla had a few words said in her mind...'Not like you like how my food tastes anyways. You said it yourself, why the sudden turn?' she thought, a tint of bitterness in her thoughts.
Uncle Mike seemingly not getting the memoir the first time leaned in again, grabbing aunt Layla's waist and drawing her enormous ass towards himself, said to her ears..."What's the matter? You missed me that much you got so mad and can't stand me anymore? Don't worry, I'll soon take a break and we can spend all the time together. You know...me and.." Uncle Mike was seemingly about to go on a tangent before he got paused.
" Mike, I'm trying to cook here," Aunt layla said, this time her voice a little stiffer than the first time. Uncle Mike was genuinely puzzled by her tone but then stubbornly went in again for a peck but once again, he got shut out.
"Look, I need some time alone," she said, her tone very firm.
Uncle Mike withdrew, a puzzled look in his tired eyes. "Alright. I'm sorry for not respecting your boundaries. Just let me know if you need anything," he mumbled, heading towards the bedroom to change.
As Uncle Mike disappeared into the bedroom, Layla sighed. "I can't explain this yearning for Kan. It's like a missing piece. I hope he's doing okay out there. What am I even saying? Let's face it, I don't care for his welfare as much as I do for myself. I really want him...to..to ...." Layla dropped her spoon and turned off the stove once more.
She adjusted her apron, seizing the opportunity to wear back her panties which she had drawn down earlier but didn't have the chance to adjust them back because she heard Mike's whistling from afar, perks of being an Elf.
'Ever since we did it,he's been on my mind. And it's not just my desire for him that has grown, my hatred for this ...this person i call a husband has increased ever since. I just feel like having anything to do with anyone else other than Kan is totally wrong. Am I insane or is it just love?!' aunt Layla struggled for an answer.
Meanwhile, Uncle Mike changed into more comfortable clothes, his broad shoulders drooping with fatigue. He glanced at himself in the mirror, a reflection of a man who had weathered both time and toil. His rough hands ran through his salt-and-pepper hair, a testament to the responsibilities he carried.
"Something's changed," he thought, furrowing his brow. "Layla's been distant lately. It's like she's in a world of her own. What did I miss?" His hands ran through his buttons, adjusting his clothing and taking a long look at himself. He heaved a sigh and shook his head, still unsure what the problem between him and his wife could be.
Back in the kitchen, Layla was stirring the stew absentmindedly, her thoughts weaving through memories of Kan. The door creaked open again as Uncle Mike reentered, this time with a contemplative look.
"Hey sweet, we need to talk," he began, his voice carrying a mix of concern and confusion.
Layla turned to him, her expression guarded. "Not now, Mike. I need time for myself. Can't you understand that?"
Uncle Mike sighed, a deep crease forming on his forehead. "Layla, I'm trying to understand, but you've been distant. Is it something I've done?"
Layla met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a whirlwind of emotions. "It's not about you, Mike. It's just... things are different. I need space."
Uncle Mike nodded reluctantly. "Alright, Layla. Take your time. But we're a team, you know? We should be able to talk about anything." He stayed for a few minutes but got no response from aunt Layla.
Shaking his head, he proceeded towards the door and said out loud ..." I'm stepping out. Don't keep my share of what you are making,"
As Uncle Mark left the room, Layla stared into the pot, her mind still tethered to the image of Kan.
Layla continued her silent monologue. "Maybe it's time to visit Kan,"
She said to herself with a decisive smile and nodded in agreement with herself to whatever decision she had made.
"I may not be able to see him at his parent's, but that doesn't stop me from visiting him at other places," aunt Layla resolved with a vibrant smile on her face as she stirred the pot, the movement causing a bouncing action on her chest, her breasts clasping together.
But with everything going on, Kan was elsewhere, busy handling other businesses. Nora was bent over on a window ledge and the one behind her was Kan.
A streak of sweat poured down her face as well as kan's as he mused..."You do like crazy stuffs, don't you?!"
"Hehehe...no risk...no...ahnnn" Nora was able to complete her sentence, feeling both a mix of pain and pleasure shoot up from behind her.
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