Worse Than Chopped Liver

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Chopped Liver
Chapter 1. Going to Great Lengths to Make it Vanish


Ashley Anderson wasn't an overly picky eater. She could eat most things that showed up on the lunch or dinner table. However, there are some
food items Ashley can't stomach. She doesn't care for canned fish, not salmon nor mackerel and definitely not sardines. As for vegetables, she
hates Brussel sprouts. Cottage cheese, in her opinion, is a white icky and stinky mess of congealed runny gunk. All of these nutritious items are
on her most disliked list but topping it all is LIVER.

Even watching how it was cooked caused nausea. Ashley's mom did it the old-fashioned way, coating it with seasoned/spiced flour then fried
in a pan. DISGUSTING. The same pan was used to sauté white onions in bacon fat, but this did little to cover up the offending assault on the
taste buds, not to mention the effect on her delicate nasal passages.

Ashley hated the stuff since she was small, and now at thirteen years old it still makes her want to puke when she so much as smells it cooking
in the kitchen. Though her mother doesn't make it very often, Ashley devised an ingenious method of disposing of her portion of liver at the
table.

Mom being lazy about doing dishes played an important part. To cut down on dishwashing time and effort, the family normally uses red plastic
drinking cups, the sneaky girl using the non see-through plastic to an advantage. During dinner, while everyone else at the table is focused on whatever the subject of discussion happened to be, Ashley took further advantage of their distraction. Right under their noses she could make
that awful liver vanish without a trace...without eating it.

At the dinner table, Ashley chooses not to add the onions or any sauce onto the thick slab of meat on her plate. She wants no steak sauce either,
wanting the cut of meat to remain as dry as possible. She cuts a piece of the brown shitty looking stuff, and using the fork places it into her
mouth. Instead of chewing and swallowing the liver, Ashley pretends to chew the unsavory piece of dead meat. Then reaching for the cup
of tea or whatever happens to be in her plastic cup, she pretends to take a sip only to spit the chunk of liver into the cup. Presto, like magic
one piece gone. Seven or eight more bites to pretend to eat and the whole cut of horrid meat is no more.

Ashley is an only child. One fact that made her daring plan successful is she has no brother or sister to rat her out. Amazingly, neither
her mom or dad suspected a thing, and Ashley got away with it several times. However, this luck changed one night when her two cousins came over for a weekend visit.

The visit wasn't planned. Ashley's Uncle Franklin had a medical issue and needed to go to the hospital. The two cousins got dropped off at
Ashley's house so the aunt can focus on her husband's wellbeing. It just happened that the evening Donovan and Derry had to spend the night
was the day Ashley's mom made liver for dinner.

Neither of the cousins is fond of liver, but being guests, they put up no fuss or squawk when the aroma of frying liver wafted from the kitchen.
It caught them, and Ashley especially by surprise. The three of them came in from the backyard, having been playing around in the treehouse
up in a large oak tree. Donovan is two years older than Ashley and she thinks he's quite handsome. The young girl actually is flirtatious when
the hunky older cousin is around. Since it was late springtime, and warm outside, Ashley went so far as to wear the minimal acceptable level
of clothing. She got all silly in her head imagining she turned Donovan on while she wore cutoff jeans shorts and a bikini top. It makes her tingle
all over when she catches Donovan glancing down at her rapidly developing breasts barely concealed in the bikini top that she got a year earlier
and was rapidly outgrowing. Twelve year old Derry sometimes stared right at her chest, but the obnoxious pre-teen didn't have the same effect
on her when he got to gawking. Boys younger than her could run around the yard naked for all she cared, not getting much of her attention. Her thoughts are on bigger boys.

The three of them were laughing coming in the back door, but Ashley stopped immediately upon detecting the unmistakable aroma of the worst
food in the world. Fucking LIVER! OH Hell no.

"What was that you said, young lady"

The question came from mom, and Ashley realized in horror that she had said "Fucking LIVER! OH hell no" out loud and way too loud. Even
Donovan and Derry stared at her, neither of them having heard her cuss like that before.

The table was already set, which Ashley was supposed to help out with, and even though she was not exactly dressed for the dinner table, mom
had her daughter and the cousins use the kitchen sink to wash their hands before she ordered them all to take seats at the table.

Ashley felt fine running around the backyard this way, but at the dinner table she felt a little underdressed sitting there wearing only a bikini
up top. The two boys were seated directly across from her, and she could feel their eyes upon her exposed skin. How could she blame them
for that, when there is no good reason to look down at one's dinner plate. An ugly hunk of shit colored animal protein is not exactly a work
of art to gaze upon. Ashley imagined the four eyes of her two cousins wandering from one round mound barely concealed behind thin cloth to
the other. Suddenly it wasn't so warm as a crop of goose bumps popped out on her arms. Is that air conditioning turned up too much?

"I hope you boys like liver. It's very nutritious for you. I have onions and gravy if you want it." Mom looks on proudly as her two nephews
pretend to find liver to be an enjoyable dish. Ashley can see right through their deception. They can't deceive in ways that she can...

...and then she saw it, the glasses on the table. With guests at the table, mom had put out water in clear glasses. No plastic cups colored
red to help make the unwelcome food item vanish. She almost said out loud 'OH FUCK'.

Feeling panic come over her, Ashley makes a fake smiley face. Desperately she looks around the table for some solution to this disaster. Maybe
she could stick the stuff into her napkin, but would it hold the full amount of meat? Maybe she could drop pieces on the floor, but there is no
family dog to come by and dispose of them.

Everyone at the table has taken several bites of the awful meat, and even dad looked over at Ashley with a questioning glance. This is more
than awful. What the fuck can she do? Then a possible solution seeps into her brain. She can actually see a way out of this. She thinks some
more on it, and it seems reasonable and doable. Yes...yes, it should work.

With a more natural smile on her face, Ashley picks up the knife and fork. The liver takes up one quarter of the plate. Mashed potatoes with
gravy, green peas, and spinach from a can take up the three other quarters of the dinner plate. Only the potatoes could be considered
appetizing. There is no way she could hide the liver underneath the mashed potatoes. A different way must be found.

Ashley cuts a small sliver from the hunk of meat. She cuts several small slices. The two cousins are getting into a discussion of what they
are doing this summer once school is out. Donovan wants to do lifeguarding classes when he turns sixteen soon, and Derry will be going to
his first summer camp as a member of the Boy Scouts. Both mom and dad are interested in what they have to say. Ashley drops the knife
and the fork. She picks up one of precut pieces of meat using her hand. Folding her fingers around it, she slides her hand down to the
edge of the table. Nobody is looking her way. Ashley drops the hand down to her lap. Still nobody is looking her way. Using her left hand,
Ashley pulls the front of her jeans shorts outward, first taking the time to unsnap the button.

At first considering just dropping the piece of liver down her shorts, Ashley realized the trouble will come when it's time to walk away from the
table. The leg opening is cut fairly short short, but doesn't fit so tight as to be a safe seal. A piece or two might slip out when she gets up and
begins to walk out of the dining room. That's too risky.

The slice of liver is tucked down into Ashley's panties, as she pulls on the front waistband. The first piece concealed, Ashley looks up and
around the table. Nobody noticed a thing. This isn't exactly a piece of cake the way spitting chunks of liver into a plastic cup was. This
is definitely more troublesome a maneuver. After placing four pieces of meat down there, Ashley looked up again to see her younger
cousin looking at her. Oh Shit...Derry suspects something.

[Somebody]

An interesting setup!

[WingDing]

It seems to me that having to put the liver in her mouth and taste it is a flaw in her original plan.

[TeenFan]

It seems to me that having to put the liver in her mouth and taste it is a flaw in her original plan.

It's definitely not perfect, but having something temporarily in the mouth is better than chewing it up and swallowing it.

I have seen videos where a woman sucks her guy off...and then spit the stuff out.

[jojo12026]

Definitely want to see where this goes.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Chopped Liver
Chapter 2. Spotting a Wardrobe Malfunction


The plan was working so perfectly...and then Ashley wasn't so sure. Her twelve year old cousin, Derry, was looking at her with a quizzical
expression. The amused and puzzled look was dog like. Derry even tilted his head. What did he see? Did he see her take hold of a piece of
liver into her bare fingers? Did he notice the hand transport it from the table? The cousin definitely saw something and was curious.

Another one of those fakey smiles flashes across her face, and Ashley shrugs her shoulders. She can't say anything out loud. She focuses on
eating something for real, mainly the mashed potatoes with brown gravy, the only thing on the plate that tastes good. Ashley rolled some
peas back and forth across the plate. For some blasted reason Derry keeps looking at her. Dang it!

This meat isn't going to disappear by itself. She must keep at it, even if one of the evening's table guests gets wind that something unusual is
going on. The subject at the table has switched over to the favorite subjects in school for Donovan and Derry. The older one likes math and
science. The younger cousin says he likes PE and lunch. Typical punk kid that Derry is. Does he have no class? Why does he have to keep
glancing over to see if his cousin is playing magic tricks with her food.

"How is your dinner, Ashley?" mom suddenly blurts out. "Are you feeling well? You've barely touched your food."

Now everyone is looking at her. "Yeah it's fine, mom. I'm just listening to what Donovan was saying. He likes science. I knew he was smart."

Then dad has one of his somewhat inappropriate comments to add. "Ha ha...I remember when I was his age. Me and my buddies would browse
the magazine rack at the local convenience stores. That is when we would look at the girlie magazines before the internet made it all too easy
to study female anatomy. I swear that Hugh Hefner was a genius. He had the hottest babes in print. It made some aspects of biology class
quite interesting."

"I'm sure Donovan wouldn't do anything like that. What do you think about girls showing off their bodies?" Mom doubles down on the subject.

"Uh, well, if they want to show themselves off like that. It's a free country, right?" Donovan shrugs his shoulders.

The uncomfortable part of Donovan's reply is he said it while looking directly at his semi-dressed younger female cousin. Another chill in the
air makes her shiver. Suddenly, along with a fresh outbreak of goosebumps on her arms, Ashley can feel her nipples growing firm, can feel the
material of the bikini top pressing onto the pointy tips. OH NO...this bikini is for a younger girl's body. Is there enough padding in there to
keep them from showing. Is that why Derry's eyes look so focused, the pupils dilated? Why didn't she take the time to put a shirt on?

"I hear there are moms at summer camps these days," dad changes the subject, one that everyone has a firm opinion on.

Ashley doesn't give her opinion on moms being present at a boy's summer camp. Who cares? The good thing is her parents are no longer looking
at her. Donovan is saying something about how he's opposed to women being at a Boy Scout camp. Ashley takes the moment to cut and prep
another slice of liver. She places it into her hand, the hand then sliding down to her lap. In moments it is safely tucked down past the waistband
of her cotton underwear. Looking up at the table, Ashley is shocked to see Cousin Derry's body leaned all the way over with his head tucked
under the table. What the hell, he's taking a peek.

"What are you looking at under the table. Hey, Derry. I'm talking to you." Mom wants to get to the bottom of this, asking direct and pertinent
questions about questionable behavior for a dinner guest.

Derry raises his head back up to normal height. "I didn't see anything. I swear."

Ashley's younger cousin by one year looks down at his own plate, but seconds later he giggles. He looks up again, staring straight ahead again.

"Why do you keep staring at Ashley?" Donovan wants to know. He then slips his body slideways, tucking his head under the table. Coming back
up he is laughing. "Did you know your shorts are unbuttoned and unzipped?"

Before Ashley can make a move to tidy things up, to make the necessary adjustments, her mom is on her feet and peering around the corner
of the table.

"Are you showing off your underwear to these boys? I had noticed how you were being a bit of a tease...but this is ridiculous. Stand up. Don't
button your shorts. Stand up right now."

Not knowing why she is being asked to stand and present herself, Ashley pushes back her chair. Standing up at the table, everyone can see a
broad expanse of the pink with white stripes panties she is wearing. With the button undone and the zipper all the way down, a large section
of her underwear is out on display.

Naturally, both male cousins stare down at the shorts, big grins spreading across their faces. Donovan merely looks surprised though pleased,
while Derry laughs like a crazy person. The younger and naturally more likely one to be a troublemaker then points at the shorts. Derry is the
one who spotted something going on, and he was the one to begin an investigation. Still, he pretends to be in the dark about the mystery
of the wide-open shorts.

Derry continues to point as he asks, "Is it normal for there to be lumps down there?"