After dinner, I cleared the table and started on the dishes. Normally, my sisters and I took turns doing the dishes, and it was my turn. However, Colleen and Hope both helped me with the dishes this time. Maybe I was just a little overly sensitive around them, or it might have been my imagination, but it seemed that they were touching me quite a bit.
It wasn't like one of them grabbed my d**k or squeezed my butt, but they did seem to touch my shoulder or arm or back every few minutes as we worked together in the kitchen. I wasn't complaining, but I was a little uncomfortable. I was worried they would see how hard my c**k was getting from all of those light little touches. We finished the dishes much faster than I would have done it alone.
"Thanks," I said afterwards.
"You're welcome," C
