The Sister, Part 36
Part 36
In classic teasing fashion, Natalie actually wanted this shower to be a shower on top of what it actually was with both of us naked in the confined space. When I reached for the soap, like she had told me to do, she clarified and said that I needed to start with her hair. So instead, I took the shampoo, while she turned around and faced away from me for this part. Of course, she didn’t just stand there. Rather than simply offering me her hair to wash, she also made a point to back up enough that her backside was nudging against me. A reminder of what was to come, as well as a subtle way to keep me up during this less sexual portion of the shower.
“You’ve showered with Jessica, right?” she casually asked, as I began working the shampoo in. Honestly, it didn’t make a lot of sense for me to be doing this particular part. Natalie knew her hair a lot better than I did; I’d be better off washing her body, as that was more straightforward than dealing with longer locks I had no experience with.
Because I hadn’t showered with Jessica; that first now belonged to Natalie. It wasn’t as if my girlfriend and I had an opportunity to do so on campus, and the autumn trip we had taken with our friends only had one and a half bathrooms that our small group had to share over the long weekend. Honestly, if Natalie hadn’t come up to the lake house early, there’s a good chance Jess and I would be doing this ourselves tonight.
The silver lining of Natalie having her back to me was that she couldn’t study my reaction to yet another mention of her sister. “I can still leave,” I reminded her. That really would be the ultimate tease, and she would absolutely deserve it. Except I was currently dealing with a sexual form of sunk cost fallacy, where Natalie and I had crossed enough lines that I didn’t care any more. We had already stripped down and were taking a shower together; if anything, fucking her was so I’d at least get something out of this after she put me in so many situations that I would have to take to my grave.
“Rude,” she murmured, “Make sure you really work it in, babe. The shampoo, I mean.”
Uh huh. Once again risking a little roughness I would never go for with her sister, I grasped Natalie’s hair and leaned forward to speak closer to her ear. “Brat.” And yet, her casual suggestive words worked, as I couldn’t help but picture burying myself inside of her.
Based on her breathy inhale, it was hardly a punishment for her. Her head tilted back as well, though it was unclear whether that was her following the grip I had on her locks or to preempt a moan that never quite came. Releasing her breath, she taunted, “Harder, Daddy.”
I rolled my eyes, not that she could see it. “Don’t call me that.” Whether she was kidding or not, as it was always difficult to tell with her tone, I had never been into the cliché term. Hopefully my objection would be taken seriously, rather than it turning into something like the Jessica references that she made a game out of in response to my distaste for it.
Gently swaying her hips from side to side, once again brushing against me down there, she said, “Harder, babe.” Though I couldn’t see her face, Natalie’s smirk was basically audible as she adjusted to a more affectionate name. The same one she had used so soon after meeting me, and rather frequently since then, even though a term like that was generally reserved for partners.
I couldn’t complain. It was preferable to what she had started with, plus I had already let it slide so many times before. Instead of bothering with a verbal response, I just gave her hair a firm yank.
She gasped again, then fucking giggled. “Just make sure you get those knots out afterwards, okay?”
Now that she had opened the door for me to call her names, I had ‘brat’ on the tip of my tongue again. Except she would probably enjoy that, and I was still trying to figure out if it was possible to punish her in a way that wouldn’t make her smirk or moan. Unlikely, considering how she was into roughness. Literally anything I did would only encourage her.
Focusing on the task that got us into all this, I began running my fingers through her hair. Gently and efficiently, which ended up proving that there was no winning when it came to showering with Natalie. Now things felt more intimate, which only made me think of Jessica and what a shower with her might be like. As if the similar hair and skin tone weren’t enough, Natalie’s little sighs of contentment were reminiscent of the sounds Jessica made when she was relaxed.
It didn’t take long to wash her hair once was holding still and being quiet. I made sure the shampoo made it all the way to the ends of her locks, and lightly massaged her scalp for good measure. Essentially doing everything I could to keep her from complaining and drawing the process out, as I was more interested in the part that came next. She did tell me to put my hands all over her body.
Once I was done, Natalie turned around and stepped underneath the water. With closed eyes, she tilted her head back and raised her hands to rinse everything out herself; her back naturally arched from the movements, causing her chest to slightly jut out. I couldn’t help but stare, and was somewhat tempted to give her a squeeze like before. She probably wouldn’t complain, and was maybe even baiting me to do so.
After the brief show, she took a step forward, opened her eyes, and looked up at me with a smile. “You’re in charge, babe,” she said, “What next?”