The Sister, Part Four
Part Four
The wrong idea, indeed.
Natalie was nearly topless. If she lowered her hands or even adjusted her grip on the bikini top, there was a good chance I was going to see her boobs. It was beyond confusing. Under normal circumstances, this would be incredibly hot. An attractive girl, walking the perfect balance of coy and sexy; not to mention the perfect balance of dressed and undressed. There was so much smooth, fair skin on display. Her jean shorts and untied pink top didn’t leave much to the imagination, yet still covered what mattered most.
“Natalie-” I began. What should I even say? Tying the strings for her like she wanted was the best way to keep the bikini top in place, but that could be yet another trap.
“Yes?”
“Just- cut this out, okay?
“Cut what out?” Natalie asked, with a small pout, “I’m just trying to get to know my big sister’s boyfriend. But if you don’t want to help me, maybe I should help you instead . . .” Little by little, she began lowering her bikini top. Each second felt like an eternity as I watched, unable to take my eyes off her breasts that were becoming more and more bared to me. The rational, faithful part of my mind knew that I should look away. But it’s difficult to think properly when an attractive girl is moments away from being topless in front of you.
She stopped just shy of exposing her nipples. A lucky break for me; or, more likely, a tease by her. I finally managed to tear my eyes away, going so far as to slightly shift my body towards an empty side of the room, but she definitely would have already noticed my staring.
“What? It’s harmless if you don’t go too far.” Natalie sauntered over, only stopping once she had circled around to stand right in front of me. Her bikini top was back to where it had started, though the way she was holding her smaller breasts created a bit of cleavage that was difficult to ignore when looking down at her. “Eyes up here, babe,” she said, immediately catching me, “Now, would you like to kiss me? Or would you rather tie me up?”
God, this was going to be a tough weekend.
Any hopes that Natalie was joking around were all but dashed at this point. I knew a handful of innocently flirty girls, but this was something else entirely. I’m pretty sure the petite girl in front of me would wholeheartedly make out with me right now if I gave her the chance. And, though I knew what she actually meant, the phrase ‘tie me up’ sparked a totally different image with the way she said it.
But I couldn’t. Horny or not, this was Jessica’s sister. Not only was that the most taboo form of cheating, but the fallout was absolutely not worth it, no matter the temptation. I would have to keep it from Jessica, forever, and also deal with Natalie’s knowing looks every single time there was a family trip like this. “I’m not kissing you, Natalie,” I said. Apparently it didn’t sink in enough the first time.
“Well, of course you’re not. Pretty sure I’d know if we were kissing; you know, with your lips on mine and all,” she winked, “Come on, just a peck? I promise you won’t regret it!”
Unlikely. “No. But I’ll tie your bikini top for you, okay?” Sooner rather than later, hopefully. Anything to get her flirty gaze and partially exposed boobs out of my face.
“Okay, fine,” she huffed, “We’ll make out later, then.”
With that, Natalie turned to face the opposite direction. I decided to not dignify her persistence with a response. It wasn’t worth it. This girl had a way of turning every single thing I said against me.
For a moment, I just took in her bare back as I waited to be handed the strings. While there was nothing particularly wrong with looking at this part of another girl, I still felt guilty for appreciating how soft and smooth her back and shoulders looked. And, even worse, I couldn’t help but briefly imagine a topless Natalie as I saw nothing but bare skin above her waist.
“Oops!” Natalie’s voice snapped me out of my momentarily distracted thoughts. “Sorry, babe. One sec.”
It took me a second to figure out what she was talking about. With her body in the way, I didn’t notice at first that she had ‘accidentally’ dropped her bikini top. But when Natalie used both of her now empty hands to brush her hair back, I realized that she was now standing fully topless in the kitchen.
Before I could even process that I was now dealing with a half naked girl standing just a foot or two in front of me, Natalie went to retrieve her top. There was a reason she adjusted her hair. Just like that, she bent all the way over. Pert rear jutting out; jean shorts hugging her even more tightly than usual. The unexpected motion brought her inches from connecting with my crotch, and I was back to inappropriately staring.
“You do know I’m eighteen, right?” Talking from her new position, Natalie turned to glance over her shoulder.
Fucking tease.
Good to know she’s legal. I was definitely more hung up on the fact that she was Jessica’s sister, but there would be yet another layer of wrongness to all of this if Natalie was a high school senior with a later birthday. She’d probably be acting exactly the same, but there would be a lot more potential trouble for me. Either way, this was still wrong for the main reason: I have a girlfriend.
“Natalie-”
“Mm hmm?”
How do you even talk to a girl who turns everything into a sexy invitation? I was trying to come up with a potentially safe reply, taking a small step backwards just in case, when I heard the worst–
Jessica’s footsteps on the stairs.