Things like the time she had been cleaning the tub in the bathroom. They had tools for these things, services that could clean perfectly well, but their mom had always found joy in a home lovingly maintained. Sophie always did some of the cleaning herself as a way to say thanks to her mom's spirit for the love and care. It felt like the thing to do.
So there she was, bent over on her hands and knees, scrubbing at a buildup of calcium, when she felt a presence behind her. Elliot was quiet when he wanted to be, so she didn't hear him, just felt him. And she didn't react, the soft pants she was wearing stretching tight across her ass, and let him look. Those super stretchy pants, a new material she adored, may as well have been painted on. They dove between her cheeks eagerly, displaying glo
