This choice: Stan decides to go eat breakfast with his sister • Go Back...Chapter #2Breakfast, and Tentative Excitement by: Unknown “No, no... I’ll be there. Just give me a moment.” Stan looks at himself in the mirror again, sighs deeply, and heads to the kitchen. As he walks, he can already smell what is for breakfast. His mother only knows a few recipes and, if his nose was on point today, the air smells of slightly burned egg indicating a plate of Egg Benedict waiting for him. He enters the kitchen to see Carol and Mia already seated around the table. As he expected, Egg Benedict sat on each of the three set plates. He pulls out his chair and takes a seat at the table.
“Good morning, Stan.” His mother smiles warmly. “Morning”, he replies and looks down at his plate. The food looks delicious but for whatever reason he just isn’t hungry. Stan’s mind is elsewhere, thinking about the contest and his chances. He picks up his fork and uses it to play with his food while imagining what it would be like if he won. He knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up, but he can’t stop thinking about it. Carol sees him poking and prodding the eggs. “Is there something wrong with your eggs, Stan?” Stan snaps out of his daydream when he hears his name. “Huh? No. Sorry, I’m just thinking about... the holiday coming up.” “Oh.” She laughs, “well you still have another week left. It is funny though, how quickly year eleven passes.” “Yeah..” Stan responded but his mind was still elsewhere.
Carol starts talking aloud about her years in secondary school. She goes on and on for minutes without taking her eyes off of her food. Stan feels a kick from under the table and glares at Mia, who is smiling deviously at him. Seeing that she’s got his attention, she uses her fork to show off a lone chunk of English Muffin left on an otherwise barren plate. She scoops it up with her fork and lifts it her lips. Turning her head to make sure he gets a good view, she opens her mouth and lays her tongue out flat. She sets the fork down sideways on her tongue and tilts her head back ever so slightly. Stan watches wide-eyed, knowing that this is another preview of things to come if he wins. Mia lifts the tip of her tongue up, curling it around the fork, and gently nudges the piece. It rolls off the fork and down her tongue. As it enters her mouth, Mia closes her lips and swallows. She uses her finger to follow the little lump traveling down her throat, between her cleavage, and finally stopping at her stomach.
Stan, now with another erection, averts his eyes. He looks to Carol, who is still talking. Apparently she missed the entire exhibition. Mia really seems to be teasing him a lot today. She must be really worked up about getting the contest results back today, too. He just wished that she would stop trying to work him up in the process. He hears Mia’s chair scoot back and looks back at her. She takes her plate over the sink and quickly washes it off. “Thanks for the breakfast, mom!” Mia walks with almost a skip in her step into the hallway. Carol also gets up and takes her plate to the sink. She turns to him, “I can see you aren’t going to finish, so you can put it in the fridge for later.” Stan starts to get up when he remembers his... predicament. How embarrassing it would be to walk away from the breakfast table with an erection. He sits back down, “you know, I think I can finish this.” He silently curses his body as he looks down at the cold food.
Stan forces himself to eat the food. Nearly finished, he hears Mia’s voice making a cheer from across the house. ‘Is it eleven!? Did she win!?’ He is nearly twitching in anticipation. He wishes his mother had put a clock in the kitchen. He shovels food into his mouth to eat quicker. Within a minute his plate is clean. He gets up and rushes it over to the sink. His mother says something to him as he hands her the plate, but he doesn’t pay attention. He rushes out and heads for Mia’s room.
He stops at her door, hesitating. His head pokes in to see Mia sitting at her desk on the side of the room. Her feet are propped up on the chair so that she is more squatting than sitting in the chair. She concentrates on her monitor as her face rests on her knees; her thumb moving back and forth against her bottom lip. Stan leans in further to try to make out the large block of text and an image of some kind of gun. Mia notices him out of the corner of her eye and gets up. “Oh! Stan! Come here! You have to see!” She grabs him by the arm and pulls him over to the computer. She sits down and yanks him down onto her lap.
Stan doesn’t even have time to feel awkward about sitting in his sisters lap as Mia clicks through a few windows on the screen and then points at some text. He follows her finger with his eyes, the text reads: ‘Congratulations! You are the proud new owner of the SHK2.0! Please follow these instructions to claim your prize. Shipping will take about five days* Click here to download the instruction manual... Mia watches with great delight as Stan’s jaw drops.
“We... We won...”
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