More chicanery

Janice follows Mitchell into the living room where Mary had just handed the bags over to Ronnie.

"Mitchell, you can put those boxes over there," Janice points over to a bare corner of the room.

"Got it," Mitchell says as he heads that way.

"Oops." Mary drops a bag of clothes. With an impish look to make sure neither Janice or her dad were looking, she turns and bends over, pushing her tight butt into Ronnie's groin.

"Mary!" The whisper was about as forceful as Ronnie could be while still being quiet.

Mary just gives a playful wiggle into his crotch before picking up the clothes and handing them to him. "Sorry I dropped these."

"Why you little-" he began, but she playfully sticks her tongue out at him and goes into the kitchen. "Incorrigible." He says the last word quietly as he goes to put the clothes in the dresser.

"Here, Janice?" Mitchell asks when they reach the corner.

"Let me see." Janice comes closer behind him, then slips her hand under the box and on his crotch.

"Jan-!"

"Shh!" She orders sternly. She whispers an order. "Get hard." Then in a normal tone of voice. "Hmm, let me think." She could feel his cock getting harder in his pants. She kisses the back of his neck. "Hey, honey!"

Ronnie called back as he was putting clothes away. "Yeah, babe!?" Could you check upstairs to see if we have room for this!?"

"Sure! Back in a bit!" He jogged upstairs, not even looking into the living room. Further, no one saw the teen redhead slip from the kitchen and follow after him.

"Put it down," Janice urges, as she starts undoing his pants.

"But Ronnie's-"

"We'll be quiet."

Meanwhile upstairs, Mary sees Ronnie in the bedroom. She smiles, pulling her top off and walking toward his back.