Dinner, and then dessert?
From Torg Adventure
You pull on your clothes. Sam reluctantly starts putting hers on.
"You go down before me, Max," she says. "They might get suspicious if we arrive together."
You smile. "You're being paranoid. We live together, for God's sake. Our rooms our next to each other. Of course we're going to come together sometimes."
Sam allows a wicked grin to appear on her face. "We come together a lot lately, Max," she teases. Then her voice gets a little more serious. "Humor me for now, though. Besides, I need to clean up a little. She begins checking her appearance in the same mirror you were just fucking her in front of.
"Okay. After dinner then."
She smiles at your reflection in the mirror. "After dinner, definitely."
You sneak out of her room, with the realization that you're becoming very good at that kind of thing. You head downstairs.
Lisa and Amy are already sitting at the table. Your mom is just putting dinner into some serving dishes. She turns to you as you come down. "Is Sam okay?"
"Yeah, she's great mom." If your mom only knew how good Sam had become. "She'll be down in a bit."
Your mom hands you one of the loaded serving dishes. "Well, we can't wait any longer. She can join in when she gets down.
You grab another of the serving dishes and put it on table, then take a seat. You mother carries over another dish and sits down as well. Dishes start getting passed around and food loaded onto plates.
Sam enters the kitchen before the serving is finished. You glance up as she comes in, and realize that Sam is wearing a dress.
"Sam is wearing a dress," Amy says, sounds surprised. Sam isn't known for wearing dresses all that often. It's not a fancy dress or anything, but it is definitely feminine, and looks well on Sam, with her long legs and athletic form.
Sam sits down at the table, ignoring the stares. "Can't a girl wear a dress for dinner with the family every once in a while?" She grabs for some food, but feels the stares of her sisters and mother on her. "Okay, fine. Everything else was in the wash."
"Oh, okay," your mother says. That also seems to be enough for the rest of your family. You get the feeling that a possible awkward moment was averted, and perhaps Sam gets the same idea as well. The rest of the dinner passes pretty much normally, although there is an awkward moment when you pass the bread to Sam, and her hand touches hers for a moment, but no one seems to notice the electricity that flows between your bodies then.
Sam eats even more than normal, and she eats quite a bit. Then again, she has an insanely high metabolism. Even with all of the food though, she still pushes her plate back before anyone else.
"Okay, I'm finished." She looks at your mother. "Mom, can I be excused? I'm going back to my room." She starts standing up.
"After you do dishes," your mom says firmly, finishing up a last bite of food. "It's your turn." You have a dishwasher, but it's a crappy one. You have to wash the dishes a little first to get most of the food off of them before you put them in the washer.
"Dishes?" Sam looks crestfallen. "There's a ton of them. I'll be down here all night." She glances at you quickly, then away.
"Hardly." Your mom then stops to look around the kitchen. "Although there are more dishes than normal," she remarks. "Max, you lucked out on your night, because we had take-out. You can help your sister tonight."
"No one helps me on my night," Lisa protests.
"You can help Lisa tonight then if you want, and maybe she'll help you next time then," your mom offers helpfully.
"Uh, nevermind then," Lisa says. You don't remember her having that many dishes to do on her night anyway. "I have stuff to do anyway." She gets up and heads upstairs. Amy also gets up and leaves, perhaps afraid that she might be drafted into dish duty tonight as well.
Your mother gets to her feet slowly. "Okay you two," she orders. "Get to it." She leaves the room, heading upstairs.
Sam starts grabbing dishes and bringing them over to the sink. "Fuck, I forgot tonight was my night. We've got to get these done fast, Max." Her desperation might be funny, except you were interested in getting upstairs and to some fucking as soon as possible too.
"I like the dress," you say, adding some dishes to the sink while she fills it with hot water.
She smiles and then looks around real quick before kissing you quickly on the lips. "Thanks. It was for you." She smiles naughtily. "You can take it off me once we get back upstairs."
Sam starts washing the dishes in the sink while you bring more off of the table and from the stove. You find one more dirty dish by the fridge, and bring it over to the sink. Instead of standing beside Sam though, you come up behind her and press your body up behind hers, the bulge in your pants rubbing against her ass. You reach in front of her and slide the dish into the water, pressing against her harder.
"Damn it, Max, you're going to make me break a dish," she says under her breath. "Mom will be pissed if we break any of her dishes." That doesn't stop her from wriggling her ass back against you.
"But seeing you in a dress has made me especially horny," you say. You put your hand over her belly for a moment, before sliding it down over her groin, rubbing it softly through her dress. You're teasing Sam, knowing that she won't want to do anything in such a public area.
Sam moans. "And she'll be furious if she came down and saw you doing something like that..." She keeps washing the dishes, but keeps pushing her ass back against you. "Put the dishes in the washer, and I'll finish with these. We can be upstairs in a few more minutes."
You know you shouldn't, but you can't help yourself. You kiss her neck gently, and feel her shudder. "If that's what you want. I just wasn't sure if I could wait that long to fuck you again."
"We can't do it in the kitchen, Max," Sam says. "Can we? Someone could walk in on us."
"And get drafted into dish duty? I think not." You were teasing her a little at first, but now you're thinking that you want to take Sam as soon as possible.
"It's still risky," Sam says, but she keeps grinding her ass back against you. You're beginning to think maybe having sex in the kitchen might not be such a bad idea after all. Sam's objections to it certainly seem to be dropping, as well.
Fuck her there, or does she overrule you? Or finish dishes and go upstairs?
