Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 14 The Truth

... tension I felt in my stomach. Rose was being even more obvious now, trying to encourage us to talk to each other and laughing a little too loudly at the jokes we made. Or maybe she'd always been doing this and I was just noticing it more. At around 5, Jessica got up and left the living room with no explanation. She was gone for about 20 minutes when we smelled something delicious. "Is Jessica... cooking?" I asked. Rose and I looked towards the hallway, in the direction of the kitchen. "I don't know... I thought we were ordering pizza again..." she said. We shared a look of confusion before we got up to investigate. I followed Rose into the kitchen to find Jessica wearing an apron, chopping vegetables. "Wow Jessie, I've never seen you looking so... domestic before." Rose laughed. Jessica turned around, looking embarrassed. "Well, I don't normally have guests..." she said blushing. "Smells good." I said, gesturing towards the oven. She beamed at me. "Another 45 minutes." she said, "You two can go watch TV while I get everything ready." Rose and I shared another look before heading back in to the living room. "I didn't know Jessica could cook." I said as we sat back down. "She can't really." Rose said, "Well, she can make a few things, but she's not as good as me." She said this without any trace of arrogance. She was just stating a fact. "And you're not as good as me." I said, mimicking her deadpan tone. She laughed, and didn't deny it. "What happened with that?" she asked, ...

... "The cooking thing. You were getting really good!" Our parents always made sure we knew how to cook a few decent meals, and had been teaching us since our early teens. I'd gotten a bit obsessed with it for a few months when I was around 16. I'd cooked every single meal we ate as a family for weeks on end, trying out a new cooking styles and perfecting my favourite meals. I shrugged. "Just got bored with it." I said, "I mean, once you've cooked the perfect steak, what else is there to learn?" "The perfect steak?" she asked disbelievingly. "Of course." I said, continuing my serious tone, "I learned how to mix a steak sauce so delicious that if I ever bottled it, I would be a millionaire. Combined with your preferred preparation of meat, sides, and seasoning, it's simply impossible to beat." This was almost the exact description on the website I'd gotten the sauce recipe from. It really was incredible, by the way, better than any of the many varieties I'd tried from the supermarket. I could never figure out why the cooking blog I'd found it on wasn't more popular. "Oh wow," she said laughing, "That sounds amazing!" "Yeah, it really is." I said, finally smiling. "You should think about cooking again." she said, "I miss trying out your more... experimental dishes." "Maybe I will." I said. "And... you used to play guitar too, what happened to that?" she asked. "Wow." I said, "What brought that up?" It had been years since I'd even touched a guitar. "I was just thinking about it." she ...