Young woman/younger man Stories

I was the first one out of bed, like always, fixing a big breakfast for our special day. I made Junior kiss me before he sat down, and then I yelled at him for not being dressed yet—at least he was wearing his boxers. He pointed out that I was still in my sleep shirt, then I pointed out that my first class wasn’t until nine, and that he couldn’t risk being late for work again. “Get off my case, Sissy. You’re not my mom.”...