Good guy Steve does the dishes with Elena for company

Before long, the three had finished their breakfasts. Annie looked to Elena and Steve.

"Well, the day's starting to seem a bit better already," she said. "Steve, I think it's your turn to do dishes, would you mind?"

Steve was momentarily surprised, but he supposed that his rules hadn't exempted him from his share of chores. Even if Annie wanted him to be happy, its not as though he had ever given the impression that doing the dishes was an ordeal. Besides, he didn't want to spoil the day by being petty given the new arrangements. "No problem," he said.

"Cool," Annie said. "Elena, why don't you keep Steve company?"

Elena nodded, happy enough with this latest instruction. "Yes, Annie," she said happily.

"Great," Annie said, "I'm going upstairs for a bit."

Steve turned his attention to the sink, while Elena started helpfully bringing dishes from the table.

Steve got the water running at the right temperature when Elena cleared her throat. Steve turned to look, and saw Elena leaning unnecessarily over the table to get Annie's dishes. Her bottom was raised in the air, and Elena was looking over her shoulder to make sure Steve was looking. She smiled.

"Are you enjoying this?" Steve asked.

"Yes, a bit. It's still a bit embarrassing --- I hope you don't expect me to do this for you tomorrow --- but it feels good to fulfil my duty to get you looking at my body."

Steve smiled. "Fair enough, I guess. Uh, don't pull a muscle doing some cheesecake pose on my account, either. I'm not going to complain if you're not flaunting your body every second I'm around."

Elena's expression relaxed a fraction as she brought over Annie's dishes. "Thanks," she said. "Annie isn't super-literal with her directions, but I'm glad that you're on board with a more spirit-of-the-law approach to this." She set down the dishes, and stood a moment in thought as Steve began washing the dishes.

"Steve, how do you like living with us girls? I don't know how we used to deal with this question of being less than fully dressed around you. I don't remember it being an issue before, but the way things have come to a head this morning, it must have been a bit frustrating for you." She gently reached behind her back, thrusting her chest out at him.

Steve smiled, shrugged, and thought of an evasive answer. "I wasn't always very happy, but recently things have been improving. To be honest, I'm glad Annie is thinking about it. Don't worry about it, things are fine for now. We can talk about this together when Franzi is feeling better."

Elena nodded. "Fair enough." She leaned forward on the counter two feet from Steve, letting her shirt rise up to expose her panties once more. She smiled as Steve looked to her. She looked down to Steve's trousers.

"You, you're getting hard," Elena observed, blushing.

"Yes, I am," said Steve. "Does that bother you?"

Elena shook her head. "I- I'm a little embarrassed that I'm --- making you hard, but I wouldn't expect anything different," she said, meeting Steve's gaze.

"You know, there's got to be a better way to show off for me than leaning over all the time," Steve volunteers. "If nothing else, you're going to get a back ache."

"Yeah," Elena said, looking thoughtful. "I'd feel awkward just standing around hitching my shirt though. This feels like a good pose at least. Hmmm..." she hummed, as she contemplated an alternative approach to show off her charms.