Jethro and I do the dishes

When dinner was done Mum smiled, “I guess with both children in the house they can do the dishes.” She said simply.

Jethro and I looked at each other, “Love to Mum.” He said. Mum made some excuse about going and watching her shows, probably some home makers reality tv program. Dad said he would settle into the den and see us there in a few moments.

Somehow I felt so young again as our parents walked away leaving us to clean up. Jethro was the first to break the silence of our working. “So, how’s your life going? Still with Mark?”

Jethro never judged my relationships so we had a good relationship ourselves. “Yeah, three years now.”

He started to fill the sink as I gathered the dishes, “Three years? Any plans yet?” He asked, I knew he was asking about marriage.

I nodded, “There’s been talk, don’t tell Mum, she hates him. You? Last I heard you were with Jennine?”

“Who you want to marry is your business not mine or Mum’s,” he said. “Yeah, nah, we broke up a couple of months ago, not had much luck since then.” As I was washing the dishes he was drying and stacking them.

“You’ve never seemed to have a girlfriend for long,” I said.

He shrugged, “Not like I’m not trying, but I sometimes feel it’s out of my hands.” The conversation started to die down and instead we ideally chatted about nothing in particular, it seemed strange to be under this roof, talking to my brother about generic things while doing the dishes. It seemed particularly strange after the last week where I exposed myself to my father.

A few minutes later I finished the dishes and wiped down the benches, it had been quiet for a while and the silence had become bloated with awkward tension. I suppose we didn’t know how to deal with each other after all this time apart.

Suddenly I heard a crack and felt a sharp sting on my arse, I spun on the spot to see Jethro winding the tea towel up for a second whip at me. “What are you doing?” I said as the second crack hit my stomach.

I took cover partially behind a chair laughing as my brother responded, “Just trying to lighten the mood.”

We circled around the dining table with him stalking me for a moment then he struck, this time it hit me square between the tits springing open the top two buttons. Jethro hesitated as he looked at my chest, my blouse opened extra low.

I too hesitated, as I wondered whether to cover myself, try and fix my buttons or seize the opportunity to retaliate.