"Shit, I'm sorry, Liv!" With the trousers and boxers still bunched around your knees, you shuffle-hop to the hob. You scrape frantically at the blackened bacon with a spatula. Some of it might be salvageable.
Olivia seals the little glass capsule of semen and walks to the fridge, dropping it into a compartment next to the eggs in which four of the filled capsules already sit. She likes to keep a few in reserve - internet sales are sporadic, and she never knows when she might get several customers at once. After a thought, she grabs a carton of fresh yoghurt.
"Cosmo says this will help you relax and increase your yields," she says, slipping up behind you. Those two simple words, 'Cosmo says', send paroxysms of fear running through your spine. "Since you told me about Sarah I guess you've earned this."
Admittedly it doesn't feel too bad as she dunks your dick in the yoghurt pot. The coldness of it numbs the pain like a salve. She dips it several times up to the hilt, until it is smothered. She places the carton on the kitchen worktop and reaches around, massaging your balls gentler than before, almost tenderly. "That feels good, doesn't it?"
"Y-yeah," you shudder.
"Don't say I never do anything nice for you. Plus I'm going to talk to Sarah when I get back from work."
"No, you can't! She'll know I told you."
"Look I got to you first, brother," Olivia says, gripping your dick with a sudden, possessive strength. "She's going to have to go drilling for oil somewhere else. But I expect twice the amount from you tomorrow. No excuses. And no electrodes."
"What are you guys doing?"
You jump out of your skin, racing to pull up your trousers. Annabelle stands in the doorway, squinting at the two of you sans her glasses. Olivia's hand releases your junk. "None of your business, Anna, go back to bed," she says icily. Her expression twists darkly. "Hey, you want some yoghurt?" She snatches up the pot, holding it out for your little sister. Anna reaches for it.
"No!" Your hand tightens around Olivia's wrist. Funny, after all this time you'd forgotten that you were still stronger than her. It looks like she had too. Her eyes go wide as she struggles to free herself from your grip. "Don't do that," you say warningly.
"You're hurting me!" Olivia says. Her words carry more threat than fear.
"Keep Anna out of this."
"F-fine," she gasps. You release her and she staggers back, rubbing her wrist, looking like a wounded animal. Glaring at you, she licks the sticky yoghurt gunk off her fingers. You can see it in her eyes, already she's planning your punishment. "I expect my breakfast in my room in ten minutes," she says, storming from the room.
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