Dinner with family

-Mh...- You shift your head into various positions, admiring your face from different points of view. You touch your cheekbone, your nose, your chin, but you're eventually satisfied.

"My face is already perfect. My body, though..." Your shape is pretty good, neither fat as those "chubby" wretches nor scrawny like some anorexic, and your fingers sliding down your curves confirm your opinion. Except when they rest on your tits. You remember the speech of this morning: indeed, your suspicions about Kim's doubts were true. You don't want to pass as a slut or some easy girl, thus you nab your breasts and gently push inside, reducing them by one or two sizes. They're still perky and soft, but they've lost the prominence your sister Tina seems to be so proud of.

"That whore.".

With a swing of your hair, you turn around and exit the bathroom, just in time to see the front door opening at your father's appearance.

-Daddy!!!- Your sister squeaks before theatrically jumping into his arms.

-Hey, Tina, what's up?- He asks surprised.

-Nothing, I'm just glad you've arrived!- She exclaims with childish joy. God, why this farce?

You make yourself visible and you casually greet him. You see his eyes widening when he notices your hair's color, but he plays it cool. Kim, and so you now, has a reputation for being not someone you want to bicker with, not even if you're her parent.

-Hi Kim. Hi Tom.- Your brother surpass you murmuring some salutation, then he goes to sit down.

-Hard day?-.

You shrug: -Dunno, maybe he lost some game.-.

Your mother's voice calls you since she's almost done cooking, and your father joins her in the kitchen. You cannot fail to notice the way Tina looks at him while he's not looking, and she simply grins at your dirty look. However, you move too.

-Honey, you dropped something.- Your dad says, being positioned right behind your mom. She turns around muttering "where?", but she's unexpectedly met by his lips and is too stunned to react. You complain in disgust whilst Tina chuckles. Jessica eventually reciprocates (ugh!), and finally they depart.

-Here.- He jokes.

-Go sit, you rascal.- She answers, only to widen her eyes in shock when he's turned. Of course: unlike your mother and your sisters, your dad was never part of your fantasies, so her two sides are now colliding. That is... funny.

"You wanted to keep our roles, then keep yours, mom." You think, and for some reason you know you have reached her mind.

-So, how was your day?- Robert asks his children.

After a few seconds of uncertainty, Tom starts: -It was nor-

-It was fantastic daddy!- Tina abruptly interrupts: -I met this guy, and he's sooo awesome, and I think he may be the right one!-.

-A guy?- Dad repeats astonished: -Who is he?-.

You can hear Tom gulping, but Tina keeps her charade: -It's a secret, hihihi! I'll just say he's someone I have known for a long time, but I realized only now how deep our bond is.-.

-Well, for his own sake I hope it's not too deep.- He replies gruffly, not noticing the rapid glance she has cast at her brother: -And that he's a good guy from a good family.-.

-Oh, daddy, you know me! I'm sure you would love him as your so-

-Excuse me, I need the toilet.- Tom gets up and walks away sheepishly. Your father frowns sensing something is off, but he cannot even imagine the truth. How could?

-Well, let me judge then. Tell me who is he, or else...- He tries to sound stern, but your mother's hand upon his shoulder makes him hesitate with confusion.

-Robert, don't be harsh with her. Do you remember our parents when we were their age?-.

-Yes I do, and they were right. Girls her age are easy to manipulate, and they can commit nonsense when it comes to boys.-.

-So are you suggesting that it was foolish of me to marry you, pumpkin?- She whispers in his ear, along with something else that you would really have preferred not to hear.

-Mom! Gross!-.

She chuckles and goes back to making dinner. Dad, red in the face, now questions you of your day, eager to change the subject. At least you'll finally talk about an interesting subject, that is you, and you're about to do so, when something impacts and almost dives into your pussy; something slimy and animated, that spreads between your thighs. You instantly know who to blame, and indeed she's hiding an irritating smirk with her hands, but arousal overlaps with anger.

-I... nothing in particular...- You clunch your legs trying to lease the stimulation, but it continues even more intensely than before. If you had to imagine what it feels like to be eaten, it would be this. Your nipples stiffs, pleading you to pinch them.

-But there is this girl... a real snake...- You exhale a deep breath, from which transpires a moan. Before he can ask if you're ok, you quickly add: -Which I swear I'll trample with all my might, I'm sorry I forgot something in my room.-.

You run upstairs, concealing your crotch area with your speed. When you're safe, you grab the goo in disgust. Its flaccid tendrils smear on your palm and you clench your fingers in a crushing rage, approaching the face to make him more afraid.

-I swear if you'll do that again I'll...-.

-What are you doing?-.

Instinctively, you put the slime in your mouth and you turn around to face your perplexed brother, who appears to have just entered the corridor.

Worst timing ever. Your expression betrays your revulsion as you feel the flaccid, clammy substance squashing on your palate.

-Me? Nothing.- You say in a quick flow. He squints and you are afraid that he has noticed something, but you take your chance to go to the bathroom. You puke in the sink and mash the goo with your palm, then state angrily: -I'll not destroy you this once just because you're my sister, but next time that you will play such a trick on me, I promise I'll make you beg to stay mush! Am I clear sis???-.

You release the pressure after some emphatic seconds. The jelly jolts as a nod and you put it in your pocket, against all your aversion. Back downstairs, you find your brother evading your dad's questions with monosyllabic responses, the first obviously growing suspicious. Thank Tina, now he surely thinks there's something up.

-Tom, you're not telling me that you found a girl too!- This would be the first time indeed.

-A girl? N-No.- He babbles. Tina looks at you amused: "not just one" she would like to say, but you scare her with your **** stare.

-Darling, you know that there is just a woman in our son's life.- Your mother intervenes while she places her hands on Tom's arms; she next proceeds to give him a peck on the cheek, then she looks at her husband jokingly: -And be careful, he may steal her from you.-.

Your oblivious father laughs, and somehow this disastrous dinner resumes. You immediately throw the goo under the table, aiming at Tina's leg.

-Ouch!-.

-What is it?-.

-Uh, nothing, sorry.-.

Your eyes meet your brother's, and for a second you see a glint of suspicion, but you're still so grim that he hurries to look elsewhere. Your sister quits her silly behavior, though that won't spare her from your **** (you've simply promised not an annihilation); your mother is yet swinging in attitude towards your father, but she seems to be stabilizing on the role of his wife. And a nasty, little voice in the back of your mind suggests that she will have to prove it tonight.