Note: This is chapter 4, thanks for reading along this far, and if you haven't go back and start at the beginning. This chapter picks up right where the last one left off.
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The four of them lay tangled on the couch awhile, 18 year old Mei Lin across the legs of her adoptive parents Joel and Naomi and Naomi's trans sister, Chiharu. They were all naked and sweaty and cum was dripping from Naomi's cunt and Mei Lin's ass.
"I'm hungry," said Mei Lin. "Is anyone else hungry?"
"I could definitely eat," replied Naomi, "although I could definitely not cook at the moment. suggest we order something. Any ideas?"
"I could definitely go for a little Chinese," Joel responded, "but I was also planning on eating a little Chinese later." He made a big show of winking at Mei Lin.
"Dad! You are lucky your cock is so good because your jokes are soooo bad," she replied.
"I have an idea," Chiharu chimed in. "Why don't we order from a few different places? That way we can try different things, and I think I know how we might be able to get a little discount..." They discussed their dinner plans further and ended up ordering pizza, Chinese, Thai, and Mexican. They each threw on just enough clothes to be decent and waited in the kitchen, idly chatting.
The Mexican food arrived first, they saw through the window. "Ok, who's up first?" asked Chiharu.
"It was your idea, so I suggest you show us how it's done," her sister replied. They watched as a thin brown-skinned man looking to be in his twenties got out of the car and brought an order of food to the door.
He rang the doorbell and Chiharu got to her feet. "Fair enough," she said. She had borrowed one of Naomi's silk bathrobes and was wearing it over only a pair of panties. She loosened the belt as she walked to the door. The others moved around the table so as not to be seen, but listened intently.
She opened the door to find the delivery boy holding a box of food. "I'm so glad you found this place!" she exclaimed. "I'm so hungry!" The young man seemed a bit surprised by her appearance. She had made sure her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer robe and so far all was going to plan.
"Uh...no problem..." he started, "it was easy. So, here's your order." His arm shot out, holding the box in front of him.
Chiharu made no effort to take it. "Is it all there?" she asked. "I'm really hungry and I love Mexican. I'd hate it if I had to call you back here."
"Um, I'm pretty sure it's all there," he said, once again offering the box.
"Did you make sure to put in the hot sauce?" she asked, leaning down to him from the front steps. "I really like it...hot," she added, toying with her hair.
"Um, yeah, yeah, it's in there," he said, checking the receipt to be sure. "So, here you go. It's $15."
Chiharu, giving up, pulled a few bills from somewhere in her robe. She passed them to him. "Thanks," she added sarcastically, taking the box and reentering the house. The delivery boy seemed confused but pleased enough with the generous tip and got back into his car. They heard him pull away from the kitchen.
"Oh, too bad," said Naomi to her sister sarcastically. "I guess you just don't have it any more."
Chiharu stuck out her tongue and sat down, setting the food on the table. "He was probably just gay," she said.
"Then what's the problem? Did you forget you have a dick?" Naomi teased her. Chiharu nearly narrowed her eyes. From anyone else a remark like that would have upset her, but she knew the dick in question would be buried in Naomi later that night.
Almost on cue, another delivery car pulled up and a skinny asian man hopped out holding a bag. "Looks like the Thai is here," said Joel. "He doesn't really look like my type, so anyone else up for going second?"
Naomi stood up. "Oh, I've got this," she said, walking towards the door in a t-shirt and panties. Again, the others in the kitchen stayed back so as not to be seen.
Naomi sauntered to the door and opened it to find a middle-aged balding Asian man. He was holding a bag of food, which he thrust towards her with a thin arm. "Ten dollars," he almost shouted, heavily accented.
"Is there any other way I could pay you?" Naomi asked. He seemed confused. She pointed to the order, "For the food. Will you take anything else? She winked and shook her tits a little." He now seemed to understand, his eyes widening. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Naomi took the opportunity to flip up her shirt, exposing her perky tits to him. His mouth and eyes remained wide open. She made sure to give him a good view, letting his eyes linger. Finally letting the t-shirt fall back down over her chest, she grabbed the bag. He offered no resistance, and she gave him a "thanks!" before turning back into the house. He smiled, hopped back in the car and drove off. Naomi smiled as she returned to the kitchen.
"See?" she goaded her sister, "That's how it's done." Chiharu's face twisted up into a scowl.
"It doesn't count," she said. "You aren't allowed to actually show off your boobs. That's not how it works and you know it."