Lunchtime Lust

You pull into the parking lot of a fast food chain and walk around to open your sister’s door.

“Such a gentleman.” She teased. “A girl might get ideas.”

“Well if it bothers you that much, you can open your own door when we leave.” You throw back your own playful tease, enjoying the informal flirtatious give and take.

“But a girl likes to be doted on.” She replied with a sunny smile. “It makes her feel wanted.”

You smile back and turn your attention to how you’re going to modify the field surrounding your newly flirty sibling to get her access to her currently unobtainable girlfriend.

Terry, for her part, pulls out all the stops, ordering chicken fingers with ranch dipping sauce, French fries, and a vanilla milkshake. You just smile as you order a larger burger, quipping about keeping your strength up. Terry just smiles and teases her index finger between her lips. Seeing the disapproval of the counter staff, you alter the field so everyone thinks her behavior is totally acceptable, no matter how outrageous. Within moments the frowns give way to pleasant smiles as your order is delivered, and Terry starts doing lewd things with the straw from her milkshake.

“Long hard and filled with white goodness, eh kiddo?” You quip as the two of you take a seat at a booth.

“Just the way I like ‘em.” She replied with a smirk, pulling the straw free and dribbling the thick white milkshake down her tube top. “Whoops.” She said with faux innocence.

“Dress you up and can’t take you anywhere, can I?” You can’t help but smile as you dab with a napkin at the tube top and the pert breasts contained within.

“You’ll never get anything done fumbling around like that.” She teased rolling her tube top down to her waist, sitting practically nude in the middle of the restaurant. “Rub ‘em like you mean it.”

“Careful.” You reply as she thrusts a chicken strip into a dipping cup before slowly sucking the white sauce off before she dipped it again. “A guy could get the wrong idea.”

“Or he could get just the right idea.” She grinned wolfishly a moment before she rolled the tip of the strip around in her mouth. In an odd tableau, a young boy across the aisle waved at her, and she waved playfully back, still topless.

Sitting back and taking a bite of your burger, you turn your mind back to the pressing issue of Terry and Michelle. The normalcy idea seems to be holding nicely and you’re pretty sure that will go a long way to then end goal of getting the two budding lesbians back together. You absently add the idea of Terry being considered an extended and beloved member of Michelle’s family, so she would fit right in.

Terry dusted the salt off her hands and pushed away from the table. “Little girl’s room. Be right back.” She said, walking away from the table with a saucy sway to her hips.

“Little minx is more like it.” You mumble to yourself, sucking at your soda. You think one more command idea in the mix should be enough, something to get Michelle into a tonsil sucking mood as well… Your lips peel back in a wide grin as you hit on an idea.

“Did ya miss me, cutie?” Terry slipped back into her seat as you turn your attention to the field surrounding her. On the outside, you layered the idea of a suspension of inhibitions, and the inside you tuned her flirtatious mind to that of an attentive girlfriend. The change was immediate and undeniable. “Fun as flirting has been, you know I didn’t mean anything by it.” She said casually, shrugging her tube top back into place.

You shrug yourself, as the patrons start to loosen up. In one of the nearby booths, you see the male half of a pair of twins affectionately stroking his sister’s leg. “It was amusing none the less. Are you ready to go?”

Terry nodded and swept her garbage onto her tray as you follow suit. “Let’s get out of here.” She dumped her garbage and swept out the door.
Moments later the two of you pulled out and back onto the road. You note with some amusement the twins are still stroking and caressing each other, and you make a mental note to figure out how long the effects of a field last without the source field present. Filing that oddity away you turn with practice ease towards Michelle’s house.

Terry, for her part, stares morosely out the window at the passing scenery and is dumbstruck when you pull to a stop in front of a cozy townhouse. “Brother, why are-“

“No time ducky. Up to the door you go.” You nudge her out the car a moment before you scramble out yourself. Terry blinks a long moment as you grab her shoulder and steer her onto the porch. Before she has a chance to protest, you jam your finger briskly into the doorbell.

Michelle herself opens the door holding a cup of something red in her hand. “Terry!” She squealed setting her cup aside and grabbing her girlfriend first in a tight hug, then in a toe curling kiss as her hands teased the bare skin under the miniskirt.

“Michelle, who is it?” Michelle’s mother approached the door with a frown on her face. Within moments of approaching the embracing pair, the frown blossomed into a wide welcoming smile. “Terry! Better late than never, dearie. Let’s get you inside. The others are waiting. Have you eaten?”

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Terry stammered.

“Don’t be so formal sweetie. You can just call me mom.” The generational bookends swept Terry inside and the door closed in your face. You take a few steps back to watch through a large picture window and are happy to see the quizzical looks of surprise melt into warm smiles of acknowledgement. Terry was plopped on a couch next to Michelle who promptly slid her hand up Terry’s skirt. You turn and walk away as someone draws the blinds closed behind you.