The Sister, Part 26
Part 26
It was going to be a long weekend.
We weren’t even done with the first day yet, and I was beyond worried about all the things that could go wrong. Even if Jessica never found out about her sister’s antics, or how I had been unable to resist so many of them, I was still going to have to live with the fact that I cheated on her in the worst way possible. And was continuing to do so, considering how I had literally just made out with Natalie.
After making triple sure that the girl wasn’t somehow lingering outside my window, I quickly dropped my swim trunks and proceeded to get dressed. Jeans had been a little hot earlier, as their lake house didn’t have central air. As Jessica had told me about ahead of time, the place was usually fine as long as they kept the windows open and ran the ceiling fans of whatever room(s) we were in. Fine for spring/summer clothes, that is.
I chose a pair of shorts and a light tank top. Normally I wouldn’t put that much thought into what I was wearing, especially on vacation. But I was thinking about Natalie, which was becoming a more and more common occurrence. While the outfit I was wearing was comfortable in the warmer environment, I was also showing a lot of bare skin. Easy for her to touch, and kiss, and-
Shaking my head and doing my best to shake myself out of it, I let out an exaggerated sigh. Yep. Long weekend, indeed. If I could just make it another day or two with limited one on one time with Natalie, something that was clearly going to be difficult when neither my bedroom door or window locked, then things would be easier. Surely the arrival of the sisters’ parents would make it more difficult for her to subtly flirt with me out in the open.
After taking another breath or two to center myself, I opened the door and headed back towards the main floor. It’s not like I could just hide away in my bedroom; even if I could, that would just give Natalie more potential openings. Wait, she wouldn’t try to sneak in after we all went to bed, would she?
Fuck.
Somehow, someway, I was going to have to convince Jessica to share a room with me despite how she had decided that sleeping separately was best when family was around. And there was no good way to explain to her that the opposite was the case when I couldn’t explain why it was actually better if we were in the same bed. Also, we were only going to have so much time to talk alone when her third wheel of a flirty sister would be around for most of the evening.
“Hey, babe,” Jessica said. Greeting me from the kitchen when she noticed me through the hollow window that looked out into the living room, she gestured for me to join her, “Help me cook? Natalie’s too easily distracted to be helpful in the kitchen.”
‘Yeah, but she can focus on other endeavors she puts her mind to.’ With what I hoped was a straight face, I replied, “Sure thing.” Joining her in the other room, I asked, “What do you need me to do?”
We didn’t cook together too often. The beauty of living in dorms on campus was that meals were provided. As college students, we definitely fit the cliché of going for frozen pizza and other cheap apps that could just be thrown in the oven for late night studying, post-party snacking, etc. The only real exception to the easy/lazy meals was when we went on a fall break trip with some of our friends in October and actually made some real food throughout the extended weekend. And, speaking of clichés, I mostly ended up responsible for whatever Jess and our other female friends told me to do in the kitchen; they were the more organized ones who actually planned out the meals, and the vacation as a whole. Aside from assisting in a minor capacity when it came to preparing the food, the guys and I mostly contributed by doing all the cleaning afterwards.
“Chop those peppers?” she requested, “And get the bread out for when the oven is ready.”
Though I had been slightly hesitant to wear clothes that would potentially give Natalie easier access, I was happy to see Jessica in more casual attire than she had worn on the drive up. The pink tank top was new to me, as I had mostly seen her in autumn and winter clothes so far. Apparently both sisters enjoyed wearing the color. The jean shorts were reminiscent of what Natalie arrived wearing, and I realized I was still thinking about her even when appreciating an outfit that my girlfriend had on.
Cooking with a significant other could be hot under normal circumstances. Enjoying each others’ company whenever we had to ‘figure out’ how to get around each other. Holding her hips and kissing her neck from behind as she worked on the pasta.
Just not when her family was here. So I resigned myself to actually doing the tasks she had given me and nothing else. At least it was just the two of us for the time being. “Can I put on some music?” I asked, after a minute or two. Better than cooking in silence.
I took a short break to connect to the bluetooth and put on a playlist I knew she liked. Jessica didn’t know any of the things that had been going on behind her back; it was definitely more Natalie’s fault, considering how she was the one initiating things and constantly dismissing my reservations, but I still hadn’t been able to say ‘no.’ The lingering guilt is what was making me do things like playing her favorite music. Anything to get myself some brownie points, even if Jessica had no idea why I needed them.
Natalie’s absence should have been a sign that something was up.
She finally joined us on the main floor, with damp hair and a refreshed look that made it clear she had just taken a shower. Her outfit? Jean shorts and a pink crop top. There was absolutely no way it was a coincidence.
“Smells amazing!” she exclaimed. Bounding into the kitchen, she sidled up to me and gave me a playful hip check, “Hey. You two behaving in here?”