What happens at the dinner table ?

Abby plays with her food

As you look up from your lap, you meet your sister Abbigale's gaze and see her extremely smug grin. You can feel so many memories fluttering past as you take in Abby's beautiful appearance. She is lean, supremely athletic and very tall for a women (7'2), you feel so many emotions as you look at her attractive face and red hair: jealously, obedience, resentment and lust. God you were jealous of her; who wouldn't be jealous of Abby ? Her list of accolades was a mile long: Chess champion, ultra distance runner, international math olympiad finalist, intern at huge extremely well paying companies and most recently had won the cities junior MMA tournament.

Mom and Dad were so unbearably proud of her, they would not stop talking about Abby and how great she was. They would accidentally lead guests past the "family" trophy cabinet showing off how brilliant the family was. Despite the fact that almost every single trophy was Abby's, I'm still incredibly bitter that my sports day Tennis trophy got moved to the attic because bronze was too ugly and spoilt the rest of the "families" trophies. Along with the fact that if we bothered counting armature events like Sports day Abby would need several more cabinets for just the golds.

Abby stretched slightly under the table extending her leg a little more, pushing her foot powerfully into your now damp pussy, straining against your panties and rocking the chair slightly. Caught up completely in your sudden jealousy, the stimulation was a complete surprise. You moan very lewdly and loudly, catching everyone attention. You close your eyes to avoid looking at any of them, as in that moment you could have died from embarrassment as you were ruining the meal for everyone.