table and sat her in one of the chairs. He circled the counter and picked up a bowl to fill.
She had to go to the bathroom. Embarrassed, she didn’t know what to do. Kenzie was on the brink of having an accident. Scooting off the chair, she stood next to the table and hesitated. She didn’t know where the bathroom was.
“Down the hall. First door on the left,” Osiris informed her.
“Thanks!” Flying down the hallway, Kenzie pushed the door closed behind her and yanked the large T-shirt up. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties, she chanted, “No, no, no!” as she wet herself. Collapsing onto the toilet, she looked in horror at the large wet spot on her underwear. Kenzie grabbed a wad of toilet tissue and divided it into two parts. Surrounding the crotch of her panties with the paper, she squeezed it desperately.
What was she going to do? Would her panties smell? She didn’t want Osiris to think she wasn’t clean. Debating whether she should take them off or hope that he wouldn’t notice, Kenzie finished emptying her bladder.
She couldn’t pull those damp panties back up. Pushing them down over her legs, Kenzie stepped out of them. Standing, she flushed the toilet before washing her panties out in the sink. She twisted them to extract as much water as possible before hanging them on the rack inside the shower curtain. Maybe he wouldn’t see it.
Tugging her borrowed T-shirt down, she celebrated Osiris was so tall. The nightshirt almost reached her knees. She whirled to look at it from the back and relaxed a bit more. Osiris would never know.
Kenzie dashed back to the kitchen and found Osiris cutting freshly baked bread. “Wow, you went to a lot of work.” She sat down quickly at her chair.
Osiris placed a bowl of soup and a small plate with two hot slices of bread on it in front of her. He’d even put butter on the bread so it was melty. “I was glad to do it. Eat!”
Unfolding her napkin, Kenzie waited politely for him to join her. She couldn’t just dive in before he was at the table, too. Unable to resist, she leaned forward to sniff the bread. No one made fresh bread anymore.
A cool drift of air wafted between her thighs and captured her attention. Shivering, she clenched her legs together and tugged the T-shirt down a bit more. The sound of his bowl landing on the table near her made her look up guiltily.
“What’s up, Kenzie?” he asked with a puzzled expression.
“Nothing. Everything’s good.”
“Do you not like potato soup?” he probed.
“No, I love it,” she rushed to assure him.
“Eat, Little girl, before it gets cold.”
Obediently, Kenzie picked up her spoon and took a bite. “Oh, wow! Yum,” she hummed as she reached for a slice of bread. A taste of that delicious concoction confirmed her suspicions. Osiris was an amazing cook.
“Thank you for making this. It’s all delicious,” she complimented and then shivered as the cold air wrapped around her privates.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Are you cold, Baby girl? Let me get some socks.” Osiris stood up and jogged down the hallway to his bedroom. Returning quickly with a balled-up pair of socks, he knelt next to her chair and moved it around.
Unable to stop him as he lifted one of her feet, Kenzie pushed the soft material between her legs to shield herself from his view. Osiris tugged the oversized socks onto her feet. They felt incredible.
“Thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” he answered with a smile before taking his seat. He took a big bite, and a stray dollop of soup dropped on his chin. The cream-colored mixture stood out against his dark skin.
“Oh!”
“Do I have some on me?” he asked, grinning.
“Right there.” Kenzie pointed helpfully to the same spot on her face. She giggled as Osiris wiped the opposite side. “No, over here,” she corrected him.
“Here?” Osiris asked, wiping the corner of his lips.
“No! On your chin,” she giggled, rocking in her chair.
“Oh, here?” He wiped the soup from his face. “Better?”
Kenzie nodded enthusiastically. “It’s all gone now.” She’d forgotten to keep her legs closed, and the cold air hit her sensitive skin again. “Brr!” she said before she could stop herself. “Sorry! There’s air coming from a vent that’s getting me.”
“Let’s get you moved,” he said, standing up. Quickly, he pulled back her chair and helped her stand. When her T-shirt got rucked up on one side, revealing the side of one