The Sister, Part 27
Part 27
It hit me a moment later. Natalie smelled exactly like Jessica.
I wasn’t always tuned into my girlfriend’s scent, though I occasionally caught a familiar whiff of her shampoo/perfume when she embraced me or leaned on my shoulder for the first time in a given day. Either Natalie used the same products due to how she grew up with Jessica, or maybe she drowned her hair in a bottle of Jessica’s shampoo just to mess with me. Either way, I easily caught it without the girl attaching herself to me.
Jessica was apparently caught a little off guard as well, except about the outfit. “Did you match me on purpose?” she asked, sounding more confused than accusatory.
“Oh!” Natalie exclaimed. Like she was just now realizing it herself, which was total bullshit considering how I was fairly confident her mission this weekend was to toy with me in as many ways as possible. “Umm, pretty sure I should be asking you that, sis. Pink is my color!”
“Uh huh,” Jessica rolled her eyes, “Well, guess I’m changing after dinner.”
“Literally. No. Fun.” She roamed towards the other side of the kitchen, eventually leaning against the counter that was the most out of the way. Sticking around, but not contributing. Honestly, she probably would just end up getting in the way, as the kitchen wasn’t that big. The fact that she didn’t ask, however, was rather on brand for the girl who seemed to enjoy all the perks of vacation while avoiding any of the work involved along the way. “We’re sisters. Isn’t it kind of hot to dress the same? What does your boyfriend think?”
“He thinks that you’re a pest,” Jessica smirked. It was more playful than the sultry variety I was used to seeing on Natalie. “And that you should set the table instead of bothering us while we’re cooking. Isn’t that right, babe?”
Luckily, this was another teasing exchange. I wasn’t sure if the two of them ever actually fought, and really didn’t enjoy the thought of getting dragged into something like that. “I-”
That’s about as far as I made it before Natalie piped up. “I thought this weekend was all about getting to see my favorite sister, and meeting her amazing boyfriend?” she mused, “Isn’t that right, babe?”
“It’ll take you less than a minute to set the table,” I pointed out. Technically answering to ‘babe,’ though also siding with my girlfriend. Mostly, I just wanted to speak up before the younger girl said anything else that had a bit of a double meaning for the two of us who had done so many taboo acts behind the other’s back. “Unless you want to take my spot instead?”
“Fine,” Natalie sighed, like an overly dramatic teenager, “You two can cook; it’s cute.” She pushed off the counter and pulled out plates and silverware for us, heading out into the other room to set everything out. All the while, she idly danced to the music playing on the main floor. Swaying her hips to the beat, occasionally pausing or exaggerating one of her movements to line up with a moment in the song. I wasn’t actively watching her, though I could see enough from where I was positioned in the kitchen. And, of course, she caught one of my little glances. Meeting my eyes with a smile, she blew me a kiss and then got right back to work like it was nothing.
Slightly flushing, I did my best to focus on the task at hand. Natalie really did have my number. No matter how hard I tried to ignore her, she had a way of stealing my attention all over again.
Dinner wasn’t particularly eventful. The three of us were young enough that there was really no formality. We kept the music on, and mostly discussed the ‘plan’ for the next couple days. Tomorrow was Saturday, and it was Spring Break; everyone was in agreement that sleeping in and more boat time was pretty much what we all wanted. There could be a more official itinerary once their parents arrived. In the meantime, my priority was still going to be avoiding as many one on one moments with Natalie as possible.
Unfortunately, Jessica had no idea what was going on between me and her little sister, which meant she wasn’t on my wavelength for that strategy.
“You’re on dish duty, sis,” Jessica said, “We cooked, so you get to clean.” Well, ‘we’ was a strong word; she did most of the heavy lifting.
“Whatever,” Natalie said, “If you’re going up to change, can I borrow your other half? If he doesn’t mind drying, everything will get done a lot faster!”
Well, so much for keeping my distance. I couldn’t exactly deny a simple chore without looking suspicious, though maybe Jessica would insist that Natalie had to do the whole job herself? “Hmm, I guess,” she shrugged, turning towards me, “But don’t let her switch on you. You can dry and put stuff away; Natalie has to do the actual dishes.”
‘Sure I can’t come upstairs with you and help you change?’ Wishful thinking. And definitely not something I could say in front of Natalie. So I ended up grabbing a couple plates from the table and helping Natalie move the dirty dishes into the kitchen. She really did have a way of finding opportunities in just about any situation to make things work in her favor. Told to pull her weight at the lake house? Rather than whining about it, she just leapt at the chance to bring me along.
It also didn’t take her very long to make a move. All of thirty seconds after we finished stacking everything up on the counter, Natalie cornered me by the fridge with her seductive smirk. “Your girlfriend will be upstairs for a minute,” she said, while gazing up at me with those impossibly flirty eyes, “Do you want to kiss me?”
Yes. At least, when she was asking me point-blank in a yes/no fashion. I obviously knew that I shouldn’t kiss her, or entertain the idea of doing anything else that we had done beyond that. And yet, my hesitation in answering wasn’t helping my case.
“Mm hmm,” she hummed, “I thought so. Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss me, babe.”
The kitchen was so public compared to my bedroom. Jessica could be back at any moment. And I had mentally coached myself through so many rational thoughts and potential plans to keep the young vixen at bay.
Despite all that, I found myself leaning forward and closing my eyes.