Pusa (continuation)

I grabbed us two servings of rice each, making it twelve in total, and two servings of mung beans for five pesos each. Also snagged some mechado and cordon bleu with sweet sauce, ten pesos each. Oh, and a Pop Mega drink too.

We ate in the living room. I wasn't about to take this girl to my bro's room; who knows what kind of trouble that might lead to. So, I set everything on the table.

"Stay here. Keep an eye on the food, or the friendly cat might swipe it."

"Ha ha! Me, a cat, bro! Ha ha!"

I went to get the plates, spoons, pitcher with cold water, and two glasses. The Pop was already cold, so no need for ice. When I got back, she was already putting the dishes into bowls.

"What's this dish?"

"Cordon bleu."

"What's that?"

"You know morcon?"

"Nope."

"It's pork stuffed with ground pork, carrots, eggs, hotdog... A bunch of stuff. Just try it, it's good."

She took a spoon and tasted the cordon bleu sauce, then the mechado.

"Hmmm... I like this one better."

"That's beef mechado."

"Alright, dig in. Just help yourself to my dishes. Hold on, I'll get a spoon for the dishes."

"No need! Don't be so fancy! I don't have AIDS or anything!"

I just stopped and started eating. This girl eats like a kid, sucking on the meat and spitting it out when it has no more flavor. She finished all the mechado and cordon bleu sauce but didn't touch the mung beans, so I had those along with the leftover meat.

"I'm full. You can have the rest, bro. I didn't touch it."

I took her rice. Turns out, she has table manners. She just downed the soda, leaving only one glass.

"You left some! Just finish it."

"I can't. I'm stuffed."

Then she fiddled with her back, unhooked her bra, pulled it through her sleeves, and took it off.

"It's hot."

I ignored her. I didn't want to encourage her antics. After rinsing my mouth, I stacked our dishes and took them to the dirty kitchen. She carried the glasses and even came back with a wet rag to wipe the table clean.

I sat on a low stool to start washing the dishes. There was another stool, and she sat there to help.

"You don't have to. You're a guest."

"It's fine. I'm used to it. I do this at home."

I noticed she took off her shorts, so all I could see were her thighs and legs. I didn't pay attention, but my little buddy twitched. I was determined not to mess with this girl, so I tried to ignore her stunts.

"My shorts were stiff, so I took them off. Plus, they'd get wet."

She placed her shorts on the cupboard.

"Grab your shorts and head up to that room. It's my bro's room. I'll handle this."

I pointed to the stairs.

"Oh? That's a room?"

Her attention shifted, and she quickly grabbed her shorts and went up. Her shirt hem lifted, and I saw her white and blue striped panties. Oh man, not today.

I soaped all the dishes, dunked them in the basin, rinsed them twice, and put them back in their place.

Done with the dishes, I sat in the living room. I didn't bother with her. I was determined to keep my distance.

Feeling full made me sleepy, so I lay down. The seat was uncomfortable, so I went up to mom's room. I set her vintage alarm clock for 11:20, with its wind-up back and ringing bell when it goes off. I dozed off quickly, full and content.