The Sister, Part 33
Part 33
Natalie leaned forward, gazing up at me with her lips pursed in a sultry smirk.
As usual, she was being bratty and persistent when it came to seducing me, yet waiting for me to give in at the same time. I was still confident she didn’t actually like me, considering how we had barely known each other for half a day. This was just a game to her, and/or a taboo desire. Taking something–or, more accurately, someone–she shouldn’t have. She had jumped me back on the boat, but otherwise I was catching onto the fact that it was more fun for her if I was given the chance to resist her advances.
Aside from my own hang-ups, there was nothing stopping us right now. We had almost kissed in the kitchen earlier. Honestly, it probably would have happened if she had me alone for another few seconds. There was far less risk here, and her words from that almost-moment were echoing in my head. ‘Next time, just go for it.’ Easier said than done, of course. Yet I certainly wasn’t shying away from her, either. “Natalie . . .“
“I swear to God, if you say ‘we shouldn’t,’ I’m going to scream,” she huffed, “Come on, babe. You want me. I want you. It’s not that complicated. What are you waiting for?” Then she lifted onto her toes and closed her eyes, tilting her head as she approached.
As if on autopilot, I did the same. It would have been weird to just stare at her as she brought us into an even more intimate proximity. I still didn’t kiss her. At least, not technically. Her lips brushed against mine and I allowed her to stay a hair’s breadth away, all while I wrestled with whether or not to actually let this happen again. It would be so easy, and she wasn’t wrong about the fact that I wanted her.
Ever the tease, Natalie seemed to be in no rush whatsoever. She merely existed in a kissable range, her lips pressing against mine and parting ever so slightly. I could feel every gentle breath against my own lips as we stood together in silence.
Jessica didn’t need to know. The temptress before me had been crystal clear about that. I did trust Natalie to keep all of this to herself, as I’m sure she didn’t want to forever ruin the relationship she had with her sister. And the longer she and I stayed suspended in the quiet drum roll, the less inclined I was to pull away. After what could have easily been ten seconds or ten minutes, I finally parted my own lips and closed what little distance was left between us.
This kiss was different.
My first make-out experience with Natalie was all passion, which had thoroughly set her apart from her sister. We had shared a similar energy out on the lake, when she pounced me out of nowhere. Now it was like she was swinging the opposite direction, and demonstrating that she was perfectly capable of being soft and patient when she wanted to be. Either that, or coaxing me back to her after the extended break since our last real time together.
Natalie gently took my lower lip. She pulled back from the lingering kiss long enough to exhale, then repeated the process with my upper lip. Though I met her exploratory pressure with my own, she was definitely the one leading. Teasing me in a brand new way. Our hands weren’t even involved at this point, as we had recently separated from the partial embrace.
The whole thing ended a lot more abruptly than I had anticipated. After another few kisses that were barely more than intimate pecks, I pushed in to initiate something of my own after she brushed against my lips one too many times without actually doing anything. And, when I did, she took a big step back. “Pause for a sec, babe,” she said, “You were going to heat up the water for us, right?”
“ . . . Right. No, wait.” Fucking brat. I thought she was just being a tease and finally getting on with the flimsy excuse she had used to slip into my room in the first place. After hooking me on her yet again, of course. That is, until I belatedly processed that she included me in the shower she was referencing. “Natalie-”
“You said you wanted to.” Belatedly twisting my words, looking as cute and confident as ever in her small towel, she gestured towards the shower. “Pretty please? I’m getting cold. At least start the water. Then we can figure out the rest.”
There were no arguments from me. Though I knew at some level that running the shower without settling this first was a bad idea, I could also use the moment to take a breath. I already wanted more of a kiss with Natalie, and it probably wouldn’t take much convincing on her end to get me into the tub with her at this rate. So I turned away and took my best guess at the hot/cold ratio; I had yet to shower in here, which meant I wasn’t familiar with what the sweet spot was.
And, as I turned the water on, I wondered if there was anything I could say to Natalie that she wouldn’t effortlessly turn into a way to flirt with me. Or if I even wanted to leave the bathroom at this point. We had already fucked each other once. And, the more we did with each other, the easier it was getting to justify going along with all this now that the damage was done.
Apparently it wasn’t going to be much of a decision.
As I stood up and turned back around, I found myself face to face with a fully naked Natalie.
Her towel was crumpled on the floor around her feet, and she was clasping her hands in front of her crotch to maintain that last bit of mystery as she otherwise bared her body to me. “Well?” she asked, with a small smile, “Are you going to stay, or not?”