<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Well nourished and excited for shopping!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Unaware of Erin's internal musings, Celeste allowed her imagination to conjure the details of the coming grocery-shopping trip as<em>she</em>decided it should be. A few things for Mommy and Daddy - it was important, she conceded, for them to stock the kitchen and pantries with their things as well. All the items would be in the same general location; it wouldn't take more than a minute or two to pick them out. After that, they'd go get some candy. Celeste had a sweet tooth, particularly for chocolate, but she also liked sour candies. And anything gummy. Or chewy.<em>Starburst</em>were her favourite. And<em>Skittles</em>- the sour kind. After that, they'd get some ice cream. And maybe some cookies, though she thought that might be a waste - Daddy could probably bake better ones, and they were always best fresh out of the oven. No, they could forgo the cookies. Some cereal, though. The sugary kinds that<em>she</em>liked. She'd have to look once they got there, to see which ones she wanted most.<br/><br/><em>That</em>, she decided confidently, was how their trip to the grocery store would go. And it was her right, as the family's little girl, to fully expect it to go that way. Even if it wasn't her right, as the family's little girl, to actually decide how it went.<br/><br/>She was interrupted from her reverie by Erin's declaration of love and an arm around her waist. Grinning, Celeste turned into the incoming kiss to greet it with her own lips. "Mmn." And then, just as thoroughly as a firm smack to the butt would have done, Erin wiped that smug little grin right off Celeste's face. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. Her lips moved, as if trying to form words, but they failed entirely if they were. The pat and squeeze on her butt, as if a foreshadowing of things to come, earned a sharp<em>eep</em>, though. Then, just like that, Mommy changed the subject, and Celeste was left feeling terribly flustered and far less sure of herself than she had a moment earlier.<br/><br/>"Ummn." She said, trying to regain her focus. She stared at the pancake mix. "I like them like that, too." Her answer was one more of convenience than anything else. Her mind didn't want to work just then. It kept going back to the image of Mar and Erin . . . giving it to her up the butt. That flustered her, for many, many reasons. Not least was because it turned her on. And worried her. Luckily, the convenient choice - copying Mommy's answer - was actually the choice Celeste happened to prefer herself. So no harm was done.<br/><br/>After a while, she managed to forget all about Erin's comment. She watched with eagerness Erin flip the pancakes and pour the batter. Celeste offered no complaints - despite her previous teasing, it all looked very delicious to her. She was very ready to eat it all up by the time Mommy announced that their breakfast was done.<br/><br/>She went to the fridge, got the water for Mommy, orange juice for herself, and bounded back to the table where they shared their morning meal. Celeste didn't eat much, and she ate with manners - that was one thing Mommy and Daddy would<em>not</em>need to teach their girl - but she did so with the sort of eagerness that proved her earlier teasing held absolutely no truth. Mommy might not be the same cook that Daddy was, but these pancakes were delicious! So delicious, in fact, that Celeste didn't even complain or make a fuss when Erin let her know who had to do the rinsing.<br/><br/>Everything done, she wrapped her arms around Erin's waist from behind and squeezed. "Can we go shopping now?" She asked.