Worse Than Chopped Liver_New July 8

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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?"

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Chopped Liver
Chapter 3. Take That and Shove It

Ashley's parents aren't pro nudist, but they certainly were not prudes. Their daughter was allowed to self-monitor her own modesty as she
grew up. She was allowed to run around the house, and outdoors as well, dressed in whatever she was comfortable in. When similarly aged
girls started putting on shirts to play outside at around seven years old, Ashley felt no need to copycat them. She can remember the awkward
stares of the other kids when she jumped into the pool with no top on at a friend's birthday party. The shorts were modest enough, but a ten
year old girl displaying a bare chest was cause for concern among some adults.

"She ain't got no boobs yet. It's no big deal," Mr. Anderson said, and Mrs. Anderson backed her husband's opinion on the matter.

It was only a matter of time till boobs began to pop out on Ashley's chest, and at twelve she self-modified her outdoor play outfit, though she
was probably among the last girls in her grade to wear a bra. Not one time can she remember being told by either her mom or dad to put some clothes on. Neither parent had given her the command to "take your clothes off" either, but this shocking development occurred shortly after
Cousin Derry pointed out a peculiar anomaly in Ashley's underwear.

"Is it normal for there to be lumps down there?"

"What is he talking about?" mom steps around the table. Bending down to take a look, "What the hell are those?"

Ashley tries to place her hands in the way, tries to zip the shorts up. Mom won't allow it as she grabs hold of both wrists.

"Young lady, what are you up to?"

"You better answer your mother," father warns, and a couple barely muffled snorts and giggles erupts from both cousins staring from the
opposite side of the table.

Feeling her face turning red, Ashley looks down. Several lumpy protrusions are clearly visible. She should have cut the pieces to be slimmer
to hide better down there. In her haste to get rid of the meat from the plate, the last couple chunks were fairly large, not exactly tidbits in
size.

"What is that in your underwear?" mom demands to know.

"It's uh...it's the liver from my plate," Ashley finally admits the truth.

Then comes the unexpected request. "Remove your shorts." Mother removes her hands from her daughter's wrists, then she stands up to
await a response.

For a long moment the room is silent. For several seconds nobody moves a muscle. Then Derry shouts out "HA".

The remark from her cousin broke the temporary freeze up. Her mom's face isn't exactly livid, but the stern and disapproving expression
is painful to behold. Not surprisingly, mom is really pissed off.

"But mom...I can't do that in front of them," and Ashley glances over at Donovan and Derry. Both boys are obviously amused and seem eager
for further entertainment. The two of then must be thrilled.

"You were never shy before. So why start now? Off with those shorts. If you are going to hide my hard efforts in providing nutritious meals
for my beloved baby girl right down there next to your vagina, then showing off your pretty pink panties should be no big deal."

Father isn't smiling, but her two cousins sure are. With trembling fingers, Ashley grabs the shorts and she slowly pulls them down her legs.
She can hear Derry say "Cool" once the blue cutoff jeans slip past the tops of the thighs to completely reveal the skin hugging cotton briefs.
Now it was the full length of her legs she worried about being visible to everyone at the dining room table. Her legs are athletic, slender
and more boy like than girly. Being a fussy eater, she never pigged out much and never got fat showing anywhere except for her medium
sized breasts for her slender athletic frame. She moves slowly, but eventually the shorts are completely off and placed in the hands of her
mother.

"Now isn't that better?" her mom says sarcastically. "You have room now to hide more food. Cut up the rest of that liver. Shove it down there
with the other pieces."

With a fresh jolt of shock, Ashley looks up at her mom's face. "What? Say what?"

"You heard me young lady. If you won't eat my cooking, you might as well shove it where nobody can see it. Put the meat next to your pussy...
and those peas too. You only play with your peas so into your panties they go."

[Somebody]

I see she's taking the "smoke a whole carton" technique here.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Chopped Liver
Chapter 4. New Sensation


Thirteen year old Ashley Anderson may not be the shyest girl around, but she's not an exhibitionist. Her sense of what is proper for public
behavior in manner of dress has changed somewhat since the puberty thing kicked in. As her breasts got noticeably larger during the previous
several months, she made sure to have a shirt on before leaving her bedroom at any time. For quite a long time after a growth spurt at twelve
years, Ashley would go into the bathroom to get ready for school without first putting the bra on. Most of the time she was in the bathroom
by herself. The house only has the one bathroom, and several times Ashley's father was already in there in the process of shaving. Feeling
only partially self-conscious, the young girl enters the bathroom, grabs the toothbrush and paste, and she brushes her teeth while clad only
in cotton underwear. Side by side the topless girl brushes teeth while the topless dad, clad in only boxers, prepares his manly face for proper
business world presentation using a loudly buzzing electric razor. Such a scene might be common in France, but in the US this would be
considered highly unusual.

The second growth spurt, during the early months of year thirteen, was less about growing taller than a sudden pushing outward from two
specific places above the waist. The rest of her body basically remained the same, the same slender boyish hips and little bodyfat anywhere,
but her breasts swelled several inches, and the nipples made a remarkable transformation. Brushing her teeth in the bathroom with her dad
next to her became different. Her father paused several times in his shaving, his eyes glued to the mirror.

"You think I should shave my chest? I've considered it. It'll make me feel so much younger."

Ashley giggles at the suggestion, but she merely shrugs her shoulders, noticing how the move gave her breasts a weird shape as her chest
became slightly scrunched up. Ashley could feel eyes from the mirror staring at her chest. Then she noticed just how much her new and
improved female anatomy was jiggling as her arm moved back and forth in tooth brushing.

"Put your arm down and close your eyes. That's it, close your eyes and keep them closed...and don't move a muscle."

It was a weird request by her father, but Ashley didn't question. She lowered the toothbrush in her hand, closed her eyes, and waited for
whatever father had in mind. Somehow she felt more exposed than before. She can't see but her other senses pick up the slack. She can
feel the draft of air coming from the vent above the bathroom door. She can hear the water running, hear the buzzing of her dad's electric
razor, sounding like a huge bumblebee.

Suddenly there is a pressing of something on the nipple of her right breast. For a fleeting micro-second she feels the pushing and pressure
of something being placed there. The next half second she feels the vibration. Ashley does as she was told, keeping the eyes closed, but
she knew immediately it was the electric razor pressed to her breast. The sensation caused an immediate tremor to surge through that
nipple all the way to her back. Down her spine to the legs the tremble went through her like a seismic switch turned on. Eyes remaining
closed, she could feel her nipple, both nipples actually, responding. They grew taut and firm and she sucked in her breath. The razor
switches to the space directly between her breasts. The razor slides down her sternum to the stomach. She can't take it anymore. Opening
her eyes she lets out a squeal. In the mirror her dad's grinning face looks both wicked and playful. The tease was totally unexpected.

"We have a much better device for vibrating in our closet. Mom and I get lots of use out of it. Maybe when you are a little older, I'll let you
and your friends use it."

Ashley didn't know what to say. To try to get things back to normal she resumes brushing her teeth. She can't be expected to respond
verbally when the toothbrush is in her mouth.

After the razor on the nipples incident, Ashley made sure to have at least her bra on before going into the bathroom while dad was in there.
Learning about her parents having a vibrator somewhere in the bedroom informed her that her parents were not like other parents. That dad
was willing to let her borrow such a thing, and use it with her friends, said something about him that their daughter couldn't figure out.

* * * * *

Standing half undressed in the kitchen, her mom and dad looking at her, along with two male cousins, it's another indication her parents
are way different than what she expected. Ashley felt different, felt like a toy or a work of art on display as everyone in the room stares
at her mostly unclothed body. With only a bikini top and cotton underwear on, Ashley is properly dressed for bed and that's about it. With
her cotton briefs partially filled in front with pieces of liver from the dinner table, she isn't fit for going to bed in this minimal amount of
clothes either.