Gotta finish those dishes

You breathe a sigh of relief as you finish washing the last dish a while later, which turns into a yawn as you load it in the dishwasher and get it started. The old machine had seen better days, so you basically only used it to sanitize dishes after you’ve cleaned them already. ‘It’s as tired as I am,’ you think, the exhaustion from being at only 350 LP creeping back in and making you sluggish.

“Hey again, sleepyhead,” Lily says from behind you, and you jump a little. Her smile falters, and she looks you up and down with concern. “You feeling okay? You look like you need a nap, and I know you haven’t been up long.” She gave a half-smile, “Are you regretting those extra servings after all?”

“I didn’t hear you come in,” you smile, then shrug. “Nah, I’m fine…It’s just been a long week.”

“Alriiiight…” she tilts her head to the side, not quite convinced, then moves right up to you and wraps you in a sudden hug. Before you can react, her arms are wrapped around your ribs, and her head is tucked under your chin. Her voice is a little muffled against your chest when she speaks again. “Don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”

You’re frozen for a second, then close your arms around her, putting one hand on the back of her head. You're not even a full year older than her, but sometimes she still seems so little. “Okay, squirt,” You agree softly, then chuckle and decide to tease her a little. “Are you worried about your big bro? That warms my heart!”

“Worried I’ll have to take over your chores, maybe,” she looks up at you with a playful grin, squeezing you tighter. “So you better stay healthy and strong!”

You laugh as she squeezes your ribs, twisting from side to side in a half-hearted attempt to try to throw you off-balance, then something hits you - she’s so warm, and soft, and her chest is pressing into yours…

+100 LP
LP: 450

Your eyes lock, and you both freeze, faces inches apart. You move simultaneously to disentangle your limbs and take a step back.

“I gotta -” you begin, looking like a deer in the headlights.

“Have some homework -” she starts, staring at your chest instead of your eyes.

“Me too,” you say, grateful for something believable to say. “I should…” you gesture vaguely toward the stairs as your face heats from a blush.

“Yeah,” she nods, her own blush making her freckles stand out, “me too. See ya.” She gives an awkward wave and smile, and immediately leaves the kitchen.

‘Well,’ you take a slow breath, ‘that was awkward.’

You consider that maybe you're just horny in general today, and consider taking some time on your computer to, ah, relieve some tension… ‘Wait, my computer…’ You realize you might be able to do some actual research, maybe see if anyone has ever experienced anything like this.