Go back to your room
From Torg Adventure
Fuck Lisa and her teasing, you decide. Or rather, don't fuck Lisa, and just leave the tease to deal with the sexual frustration. You open the door and walk out of the bathroom, then shut it behind you. You hear a wordless scream of... something behind you, causing you to smirk as you head to your room.
Leaving Lisa unfucked in the shower was probably the hardest thing you've ever done. Not jacking off the second you got to your room wasn't easy, either. You're still fully, almost painfully, erect, and have an incredible amount of sexual tension built up in your body. But rubbing one (or three) off after getting teased by Lisa in the past was what always happened, so you weren't going to risk giving her the satisfaction of knowing she'd gotten at least that reaction out of you. Besides, you had better things in mind for the cum that would otherwise have gone to waste.
You get dressed, then get on the internet to distract yourself. It takes you a while, but you remember some non-porn websites you used to visit, and occupy yourself with those. Your half expect Lisa to barge into your room and demand that you fuck her, but that doesn't happen. That's probably for the best, because it would be difficult to turn her down another time. Just thinking about her is counter-productive to making your boner subside, so you try to clear your mind, and fill it with pictures of cats with silly captions and other distractions.
You lose track of the time as your gradually lose your wood. But you realize after a while that your non-sexual appetite has grown as the time has passed. Checking the time, you realize it's just about time for lunch, so you head downstairs. Your mom is in the kitchen just taking a bottle of ketchup and a pitcher of iced tea out of the fridge.
"Sam and Amy went to the mall this morning," your mom tells you, walking over to the table and putting the ketchup and tea on top. "I'm having them pick up burgers on their way back." She heads back to the fridge and gets a jar of mayonnaise out of as well, and sets it down on the table.
As if on cue, you hear Sam's car pull into the driveway. You're wondering what your two sisters were up to, as neither of them were all really the types to go hang out at the mall.
"I knocked on Lisa's door, but she didn't answer." Your mom shrugs. "Either she comes down for lunch or she doesn't." Lisa often missed family meals. Dinner, and more often than not, breakfast, were often take care of for her by her dates. Lunch she often slept through. You weren't sure how Lisa was going to react once she came face to face with you again.
Amy and Sam come in then, laden with multiple shopping bags from the mall, and two bags of food from a local burger place. They were were about twice as expensive as a regular fast food chain, but a hundred times as good. You could already smell the mingled aromas of grease, bacon, onions, french fries, and other things that made your mouth water almost as much as your sisters. Portions of the bags were semi-transparent from grease that had leaked through. You take your normal seat at the table in anticipation of the upcoming bountiful feast.
Your mom takes one of the bags of food from Sam and turns back towards the table. Sam flashes you a quick smile and sets down her shopping bags next to the door. Amy smiles at you too, blushing a little before setting her bags down next to Sam's, then taking her bag of food to the table.
Sam walks over to the table and sits down next to you. She's wearing the same shorts she usually wears around the house when it's a little too warm in the house, but this is the first time you've actually seen her wear them outside of the house. She's usually a little more modest, despite having killer legs. She also has a t-shirt from the dojo she studies at and helps instruct from. Her red hair is tied back into a simple ponytail. Amy takes a seat on the other side of her sister, wearing a skirt that comes down to her knees, and multicolored stockings. She's wearing a low-cut sweater that normally she would wear some kind of blouse under, but today apparently all that was under it was a maybe a bra and some impressive cleavage.
Your mom starts unloading food from the bags. First comes the contents on one bag, which apparently contains just side orders. There's heaping portions of french fries, onion rings, and also some mozzarella sticks, which your mother sits down right next to her plate, along with the marinara sauce. Your mother had a well-known love of deep-fried, fatty foods, which seemed to intensify more and more as her pregnancy went along.
She moves onto the other bag, and first pulls out a large, long box. Puzzled, she opens it up, showing a foot-long hotdog. "Who is this for?" She asks, confused.
Amy raises her hand. "Me, mom."
"For you? I thought you didn't like hotdogs." Your mom hands it to Amy. "You're usually pretty picky about your foods."
Amy shrugs. "I saw a girl eating one there, and it looked like something I might like to eat." Amy sets the box down in front of her, reopening it. You can see that it's loaded with everything on it, Chicago style. "Besides, this sounds like a good time to try out new things." She grabs a handful of french fries, then reaches for the jar of mayo. Alone of your sisters, Amy had picked up the habit of eating her french fries with the creamy sauce. She said the kids at her college did it. She scoops out a generous portion of it onto the open part of the hot dog box.
"Well, good for you Amy," your mother says approvingly. "It's about time your broadened your horizons a little."
Your mom continues digging through the bag. "Ah," she says fondly. "Double Bleu cheese and bacon burger, with caramelized onions." She sets that down gently in front of her, then keeps digging in the large bag. "Barbecue bacon and cheddar burger, for Sam." She hands that one to your oldest sister, who eagerly starts unwrapping it.
Your mother moves to another bag now. "And... overstuffed Juicy Lucy for Lisa... if she ever shows up." That was Lisa's favorite burger, which was a local specialty, where the cheese and sometimes other toppings were inside of the hamburger patty, instead of outside. They were delicious, if messy.
"This last one should be yours, Max," your mom says, digging deep into the bag. "A double deluxe bacon cheeseburger, with extra bacon and mayo, if I remember right." Her hand wraps around what she is looking for, and you can see surprise come over her face. "What the... Geez, Max, it looks like they got you a quad instead of a double." She pulls out the enormous burger out of the bag, easily twice it's normal size. Amy and Sam both seem to have to suppress grins. Apparently your sisters decided to upgrade your meal today.
"Really, I'm fine with the quad, mom." You tell her.
"That's over a pound of meat, Max, not counting bread and other stuff," your mother warns you. "If you can somehow finish all of that, you'd better not plan on going anywhere later today, for your own safety."
"Yeah," Sam chips in. "He'd probably be better off in bed the rest of the day." She takes a plastic knife that was in one of the bags, and proceeds to cut her burger in half, like she always did. Setting the two equal sized burger halves back onto the wrapper, she then grabbed a handful each of french fries and onion rings, depositing her treasure between the two sandwiches. Ketchup gets squirted by the fries, while your sister finds one of the containers of the special zesty onion ring sauce the burger place had provided.
Your mom shrugs and hands the burger to you. It is surprisingly heavy. You unwrap it, exposing the four beef patties, a possibly dangerous amount of bacon, cheese, excessive mayo, tomato, bacon, lettuce and onion. You're half-tempted to cut your burger in half, like Sam always does, but in some way, that would seem like admitting defeat. Also, the burger is tall enough where dividing it in half might actually make it less solid. You pick up the burger and take as big a bite of it as you can.
God, that is good. Grilled beef patties, bacon, all the other stuff. If it hadn't been for recent events with your sisters, this would have been the best thing you'd had in your mouth for a long time. As it was, it ranked a close second. You work on chewing the bite, while wiping a little bit of hamburger grease away from the corner of your mouth. Your two sisters and your mom have started digging into their food as well. Amy seems to be particularly enjoying the Chicago dog she is eating, when not contenedly stuffing her face with french fries slathered in mayonnaise. Your mom is focusing on her mozzarella sticks, not even touching her burger at the moment. The fried cheese looks delicious, but you suspect trying to take one of the tasty appetizers away from your mom could be dangerous to your health. Meanwhile, Sam has already finished one of the two halves of her burger, and is now devoting her time to equal portions of french fries and onion rings.
You realize that you're falling behind the women in your family. Given that you've got a lot more to eat than them, and that you're also very, very hungry, you start digging into your burger again with great zeal. The burger patties are very juicy, while the bacon is still crunchy. As you bite into the burger another time, a decent-sized piece of bacon covered with mayonnaise falls off of the burger, and sticks on your forearm. Normally, this is when Sam would roll her eyes at your table manners. Instead, she leans over, grabs your wrist, and then leans in even further and licks the bacon and mayo off of your forearm with one long, slow lick of her tongue.
"Sam!" Your mom looks a little surprised. "That is not particularly ladylike behavior."
Sam looks a little guilty, and embarrassed. "Sorry, Mom. But it was bacon. And mayonnaise." Sam licks her lips. "And burger grease, and onion."
Your mother stares thoughtfully at Sam for a moment. "Okay, you're excused then I guess, under the mitigating cirumstances. But next time use a napkin." She reaches into one of the bags, but the stack of napkins she pulls out is soaked through with grease. "Hmm, I should have expected that, I guess." Your mom stands up, and turns around to open the cabinet where all the spare fast food napkins end up.
As her back is turned, Amy looks at Sam briefly, then grabs a french fry and scoops up a large amount of mayonnaise with it, bringing it to her mouth. Not surprisingly, a glob of it falls off right before she puts it into her mouth, assisted somewhat by the quick shake she gives it. It falls right on the curve of her right breast, reminding you of something else you'd like to put there.
"Oops." She says simply, looking back at Sam again, biting her lip.
Sam rolls her eyes, but is smiling. As your mom still rummages through the drawer, she leans over quickly and licks the white glob off of her sister's breast, causing Amy is give a little shudder, and definitely causing your body to react as well.
Sam sits down again as your mom locates some napkins and closes the drawer. "Was that for Max's benefit, or yours?" She asks Amy softly, although loud enough for you to hear.
"Yes." Amy says simply, finally putting the french fry into her mouth, and chewing with a satisfied look on her face.
Your mom puts some napkins in the center of the table before taking her place again. She grabs on the napkins and places it on her lap. "We should probably all be using these, to avoid problems."
Amy takes a napkin and tucks it into her cleavage. "I'm all for protecting myself, Mom."
Sam looks at the napkins for a moment, then shrugs her shoulders. "Meh. What happens, happens." She goes back to eating the second half of her burger.
You decide not to bother with a napkin either. Maybe the next piece of bacon will fall into your lap? You attack your burger with renewed enthusiasm.
More food accidents, uneventful lunch, Lisa appears, or something else?
