"William, I'm surprised at you," Mr. Manners said.

"Sorry, Dad. Can I get ready for school now? Ben will be waiting for me."

"No, William, you may not dress for school now – not until you've apologized to your sister and finished your breakfast."

"I apologize," he said, glaring at Cheryl.

"I accept," Cheryl said condescendingly. Then she eyed his plate of pancakes, syrup, and cum. "My, William, you really love syrup. What are you eating this morning – pancake soup?"

Willy wanted to slug her. It was as if she knew what he'd just done and she was trying to expose him. That was Cheryl's way, though, always picking on him.

All eyes were on his plate now. The cum had melted down and mixed with the syrup for the most part, but Willy could still make out enough jizz to convict him. What was worse, he could smell it. The whole kitchen smelled like cum. In a moment his three prosecutors would be sniffing the air like bloodhounds. What's that peculiar odor? They'd be asking. Then all eyes would fall on him, and they'd know.

"William," Mrs. Manners, said, "whatever possessed you to use all that syrup?" She clucked her tongue and shook her head. "Next time we have pancakes I shall dole out the syrup, young man. And, as for today, you shall eat every drop of what you've so wastefully dumped on your plate. Now eat."

Willy ate, first the pancakes, then the puddle of syrup and cum. The syrup was so sweet that he couldn't taste the cum, but just knowing it was in there made his stomach woozy. When he finished, he looked at Cheryl. She smirked at him as if she knew he'd just been forced to devour his own cum.

CHAPTER THREE

Ben pinched the end of his cock to keep from pissing on the floor. He pounded on the bathroom door. "I gotta piss!"

"Go piss outside, shrimp," shouted Ben's brother, Tim, from inside the bathroom.

"I gotta brush my teeth and wash up for school, too."