We spent the day inside, talking and playing games. It turned out we shared a lot of hobbies, Estelle and me. More than I could have hoped for. Megan was never really interested in gaming, but Estelle was really happy when I suggested we’d play something and opened our console closet.
At home, she had just one older machine, and she was all over our collection of the latest things. Megan sighed and joined in. She had fun in the end, even if she tries to deny it. I had gotten so used to beating Megan on any games with my eyes half-closed, it came out of nowhere that I got my ass handed back to me by Estelle in many a game. My god, she was good at aiming. Or then just unfairly lucky.
For dinner, we decided to go all out and make a fairly complicated dish. Megan took the pots and pans and ended up being responsible for the actual cooking, Estelle and I got to chop, slice and grate all the ingredients. It ended up being a nice thing. Megan cooked on the isle, we took our ingredients and set up a station on the kitchen table… which was juuuust slightly out of sight of Megan.
I had not even had time to sit down before Estelle just jumped me. I dropped the knife on the table as she stepped really close to me, wrapped her hands around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug, and pressed a hungry kiss on my lips.
"Estelle!" I whispered. "Megan’s right there!" I whispered and glanced towards the cooking aisle. I could see Megan’s left hand from the backside. It would only take one glance from her, and…
"I don’t care!" Estelle whispered into my ear and kissed my earlobe. "I thought I’d die last night when she took you away!" she said quietly. "I want you so badly, Ally," she breathed into my mouth as she kissed me again.
"I’m gonna murder your sister if she interrupts us tonight again. Come to my room after she goes to sleep, Ally. Please," she said, almost pleading. She let go of me and turned to face the table. I saw her cheeks get flushed and her ears were bright red. Mine weren’t any different, though. My ears were hot and I must’ve looked redder than the tomato I was holding.
Megan entered with a bowl in her hands and we both turned away from each other, cheeks flushed. She stopped, furrowed her brows, and shrugged. "What’s up with you two today?" she said. "You’re getting alone surprisingly well for two people who have only met once before, years ago."
"Well, I guess we’re just compatible," I said meekly. Megan shook her head, put the bowl in front of us, and walked back to the aisle. I grinned nervously at Estelle. She just smiled. I continued chopping the tomatoes and every now and then glanced over at Estelle.
At least twice I spied her looking at me with a dreamy expression. It didn’t help with my excitement at all. My mind ran in circles around one sentence. Come to my room at night. Oh my god. I’d get to… to… ooh, yeah. Once we got our food ready, Megan went to check if we had something other to drink than apple juice and water.
Once she had entered the cold room, I turned to Estelle, smirked at her, and grabbed her in a hug. I kissed her neck and squeezed her amazing ass. She squirmed and moaned out loud.
"Ally!" she whisper-yelled. I just grinned at her, turned around, and walked to the dining room, and made sure I swung my butt while doing so just in a slightly exaggerated way. I hear her gasp and bit her lip to stop making any more sounds. Alright, two can play this game. If she’s as hot about me as I am about her, this is going to get interesting.
We ate in relative peace. The food was really good, Megan truly was a good cook, I had to give her that. We talked about everyday stuff, mostly about the quarantine, our families, and the world. When we were talking about living conditions in different places, Estelle glanced at me in a weird way and smiled. I had no idea what she would have meant by that expression and I decided to ask later.
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