The Sister, Part 28
Part 28
What the fuck was I doing?!
It hit me a second later that I was the one who had physically initiated. Natalie’s hands weren’t on me, nor was she trying to tempt me by leaning in herself like most of the previous instances we had made out. All it took was her eyes and her flirty tone, and I naturally ended up shifting towards her.
By the time I realized that maybe I shouldn’t give her even ammo to use against me, not that she needed it, she had met me halfway. One hand gently resting on my chest, the other holding my side, Natalie pressed her lips into mine. Not actually kissing me, of course. Just waiting for me to make the second ‘first move’ in a matter of seconds, even if she was the one doing so many things that set up these moments.
“Natalie . . . ” I murmured against her lips. Could she feel how my heart rate was quickening from where her hand was? For fuck’s sake, we were in the kitchen. I’m not sure if the risk was subconsciously exciting me or making me nervous to the point that I couldn’t think straight. Either way, my hands moved of their own accord, reaching forward and tentatively gripping her hips. It felt more natural than awkwardly letting them rest by my sides; not because I wanted to pull the girl closer, obviously.
“That’s. My. Name.” The same bratty response she had used once before. Rather than giggle the phrase, however, she gave it a whispered lilt while letting each syllable form against my lips. Idly fiddling with the waistband of my shorts, proving that maybe I should have worn something more difficult for her to get into, “If you want me, you better be quick. We don’t have much time.”
No kidding. Putting on a new tank top would take Jessica all of ten seconds, unless she got distracted and delayed in her room by something else. “I don’t- umm,” I muttered. ‘I don’t want you./ Four simple words. Except they didn’t feel true in the slightest after everything in my room and on the boat, and I was fairly confident she would call bullshit if I tried to reject her in such a manner. ‘We shouldn’t’ was pointless, too. How many times had I tried that?
A sound from upstairs shook me out of the indecision paralysis. Due to how the music was still playing on the main floor, I wasn’t sure if it was a floorboard creaking, a door closing, or maybe Jessica dropping something? Either way, it was enough to make me settle on the fact that I should not be letting Natalie partially pin me against the fridge. Even if I had definitely been leaning towards closing that final distance a few seconds ago.
Natalie seemed to feel the same way where the risk was involved; she was just more calm about it. “Shame. Looks like you missed your chance.” She shifted past my lips and gave my cheek a lingering before pulling back and meeting my eyes. “Next time, just go for it. Trust me, it’ll be fun.” With a soft smirk and a wink, she turned and stepped away, letting her movement remove her hands from me rather than actually taking them off. Then she turned on the faucet and started rinsing off the small pile of silverware that had been consolidated on top of the stack of plates.
Ever teasing, she bent over in just the right way when organizing the utensils in the dishwasher. The jean shorts hugged her ass in a way that was reminiscent of when we first met by her car. Only this time, I didn’t avert my gaze nearly as much. It didn’t help that I didn’t really have anything to do but stand there until she started working on the dishes that needed to be hand washed. And whenever she was upright, she was idly swinging her hips to the music.
I had agreed to help out with the cleaning, as it was only fair, so it wasn’t like I could just leave the room and put some distance between me and the girl. Turns out, whatever noise we heard wasn’t an indication of anything pressing. It took another couple minutes for Jessica to head back downstairs. Whether Natalie somehow timed it or not, she ended up placing a clean pan into my hand mere seconds before her sister came in.
“Making progress?” she asked. The plain blue tee wasn’t as exciting as the low cut of the tank top she had been in before, though I appreciated the differentiation between the two sisters. They had enough similarities in appearance, and I would take anything I could get in terms of mitigating the persistent lust brought on by the younger one. Jessica started clearing the counters and putting things away while we worked by the sink.
“Slow progress,” Natalie whined, “Are you sure Prince Charming can’t switch with me? I’m so bad at washing dishes!”
“Uh huh. If only there was a way for you to practice and get better,” Jessica teased, “What do you guys want to do after this? We’ve got the usual board games in the closet, or-”
“We’ll end up playing most of those when Mom and Dad get here,” Natalie said, “Besides, that sounds exhausting right now. We could watch a movie? Or just drinks on the porch.”
Jessica sighed. “It’s almost like I was going to offer some other options before you cut me off. What do you think, babe?”
Hmm. A movie sounded like a commitment. Not for me, but for the two sisters. Ideally, Natalie would go to bed and I could finally have some alone time with Jessica. It probably wouldn’t lead anywhere beyond maybe a bit of making out, though even just some one on one quality time would be a refreshing change of pace compared to how things had been since Natalie arrived.
“Let’s chill on the porch,” I decided, “Our first night should be more social, right?”
“Great idea,” Jessica said, “That cool with you, sis?”
“Mm hmm,” Natalie hummed, “Make me a vodka cran?”
My girlfriend just chuckled. “Enjoy it while you can. Come Monday, we’ll maybe be offered a glass of wine at best. Can I make you something, babe? Rum and coke?”
As Jessica pulled out a couple bottles from our private stash of alcohol, Natalie and I finished up with the dishes. I had no idea what the younger sister had planned moving forward, or if she was just making all of this up along the way. Regardless, she met my eyes while handing me the final pan, biting her lip in her usual cute yet sultry way.
The expression faded as quickly as it arrived. Natalie dried off her hands and turned to Jessica with an innocent smile. “All done, sis! Thanks for lending me your boyfriend.”